AN: Short but sweet and I love the water works. So I've never experienced anything like this but Sophie and Tom are based on my totally sweet cousins. Enjoy and hope it's alright. I'm giving out virtual brownies to those who review and I don't mind criticism. And the times are a little important but I will come on to that later. Oh and as I've not said before I do not own any of the MI High characters but the rest such as Kittie, Tristan and co are my own which I own.

Chapter 3

Monday morning 6.00

Kittie's POV

I groaned and reached out to turn off my alarm clock. I hit the button and the beeping stopped. I sighed happily and closed my eyes again as I pulled the duvet over my head and settled back against my pillows. 5 more minutes.

7.00

Oscar's POV

I woke with a start, yanking the headphones out of my ears as music streamed into them noisily. Why did I use my iPod as an alarm clock? Oh wait, I didn't have a working one as mine was lying in the drawer in lots of little pieces. I sighed and stood up, letting the blankets fall to the floor. Back to St Hopes. I looked at my watch that was on top of the drawers; time to start training before breakfast and before my foster mum checked I was all ready.

7.10

Kittie's POV

Well that was fun-not. Jack decided he would wake me up by stripping the covers off my bed and pulling me onto the floor. I hit the floor with a loud bang and flew at him.

"What the hell Jack? It's 6 o'clock. There's no need for this."

He pushed me away and grabbed my wrists so I couldn't keep clawing at his face.

"Kittie, stop kicking me. It's not 6 o'clock, it's 7. You went back to sleep again. Now hurry up, you're gonna be late, You've still got to turn Aries out, feed and change Charlie, get Tom ready for nursery and Sophie and Cal ready for school."

I stopped and sat on my bed, shocked.

"Wh-what? No, that's not possible. I never oversleep. Please tell me you're joking Jack."

He shook his head. "Sorry, Kit. Come on, get moving." He knelt down beside me and took my head in his hands.

I laughed nervously and moved his hands away. "Well I could if you got out of my room." I stood up, pulled my new uniform out of my wardrobe and hung it up in the bathroom.

He laughed and walked towards the door. "Okay, okay. I'll make sure they get dressed and I'll feed Charlie. In the kitchen in about half an hour? I'll give them breakfast but then I have to get ready."

"Thanks Jack," I called and shut my door, resisting the urge to scream into my pillow.

So here I am now after having pulled on my old jeans and jacket before heading down to the stables. This day just gets better and better.

7.50 onwards

After letting Aries (my horse) out, grooming him quickly and feeding him, I had a quick shower to get rid of the horsey smell, and changed into my new uniform. I fingered the mahogany coloured cardigan that was lying on the chair before pulling my hair back in a ponytail to keep it out of my face. I didn't want to do this but I had to put up with it anyway and I wasn't allowed to be difficult. A quick check in the mirror told me I was ready to go. I walked slowly down the stairs, my usual bounce gone. In my head various lyrics floated around causing me to smile slightly. As I entered the kitchen I was greeted by the smell of burnt toast and coffee. I gazed around the room and shook my head. I didn't understand boys and I didn't want to know what Jack's idea of getting ready was but mine was nothing like the sight in front of me. Cal was stood on one of the wooden chairs over the sink in our quarters, trying to stop the tap from spraying water everywhere. Tom and Sophie were hiding under the table, their clothes soaked and their hair damp and dripping, pressed flat to their heads. I laughed and walked around the spray of water. I couldn't help myself.

"Kittie, stop it, please? I can't move the tap, it's stuck. Help?"

The poor boy looked up at me with large brown puppy-dog eyes and I sighed. "Alright, when I say, let go and leg it under the table with Soph and Tommy. Okay?" He nodded and I moved to the side of the tap, my hands just above it. "Okay, now"

Callum moved his hands, jumped off the chair and hid under the table as a huge jet of water sprayed out across the floor. I slammed my hands down on the tap and pushed down on it hard causing the spray of water to slow down and eventually stop. I stepped back and sighed, glad I wasn't that wet although I needed to change my cardigan. However, I gazed around the room and groaned. The room was a complete mess, even worse than it was before. The cereal and coffee that was on the floor in little piles (I presumed were the result of letting them get their own breakfast and the throwing of the cereal although I wasn't sure about the coffee as they're not allowed it) were now floating in puddles of water along with a bunch of goodness knows what else, most likely dust, straw and mud from the garden and stables. Burnt toast and even more cereal littered the table and work tops along with orange and apple juice cartons, the chairs were shoved to the side, the curtains were soaked and looked like they'd been pushed open in a hurry, and to top it all off, Sophie, Tom, and Cal were all completely soaked. I shook my head, knowing I couldn't shout at them. Had I been awake, then none of this would have happened, I wouldn't have been late and I could have got them sorted. They all found the situation rather funny though and I do admit it was, had it not been my kitchen. Sophie and Cal were laughing and clutching each other; Tom was peering out from under the table and laughing. I shook my head again and immediately came up with a plan.

"Right, okay. We'll get changed and may have to do breakfast on the way providing none of you have actually managed to eat anything yet seeing as most of it is on the table and the floor. I'm not even gonna ask about the coffee but I really hope none of you have had any. Right, come on, back upstairs." I was so glad Charlie wasn't down here as well otherwise that would be a real problem. I looked at the clock and sighed. 30 minutes to get them redressed, fed, organised and off to school/nursery as well as sorting myself out. I suppose I could get Marie or another cleaning person to sort out the kitchen. I normally wouldn't let them anywhere near here as it's my kitchen but I didn't really have a choice. I held my arms out to Tom and he leapt into them. Sophie and Cal crawled out and bounded up the stairs, chattering away about something on TV. I think. I sighed again and walked into their set of rooms, grabbing a jumper and a pair of jeans of Tom's. Sophie and Cal started throwing clothes at each other and I put Tom down to stop them. Tom ran into the bathroom and shut the door, refusing to let anyone in. This was defiantly going to be a long day.

8.30

Oscar's POV

I stood outside the gates of St Hopes. Wow, this was going to be a good day-not. Carol my foster mum had been running late for work so couldn't give me a lift so I had had to walk and I wasn't sure how I'd get home. Duncan, her son had gone off to his friends immediately, leaving me alone again. I knew he didn't like me and wanted me gone. I had no proper home, no family, no friends apart from Rose, Carrie and well Avril but concellation, it was sunny. Golden light beamed down in waves, golden waves, just like Honey's hair. Urgh I can't get her out of my head. Last night, I think I talked about her in my sleep as Duncan was taunting me with the honey pot this morning. Damn, she's just a girl. Yeah, she's pretty, pretty hot with her long blond hair and big brown eyes, very unusual but completely gorgeous! I doubt I'll ever see her again. I don't think we were meant to and she was probably there as a favour for Frank seeing as Stark didn't have a clue. But maybe I would, I mean her friend Jesse, no Alan was with SKUL, a double agent for us so maybe.

3rd POV (sorry I didn't know how to right this otherwise)

Oscar stood outside the gates in a thoughtful manner as Frank walked past, sweeping the pavement. There were several other groups of kids hanging around but all away from Oscar. Rose and Carrie walked up to him, ignoring his aloneness.

"Oscar?" He jumped startled and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

Carrie smiled kindly at him. "Don't worry." She turned so that she was stood next to him. "How's it going at… home? How are you getting on with them? I hear Duncan's a pain and doesn't like you. That's what he's telling all his friends."

Oscar snorted. "Yeah, he's a pain and I know he doesn't like me but I don't care. I don't need to."

"So uh, have you done the homework for Mrs King?" she asked casually her hands in her jacket pockets.

Rose smiled. "Of course! It was so easy. Question 5 was a little hard but it only took me 10 minutes."

Carrie sighed and shook her head. "Only you would find it that easy Rose. Not everyone's a genius like you."

Rose frowned then smiled, realising that Carrie was complimenting her.

Carrie turned towards Oscar. "How did you get on with it? I suppose you didn't get any help."

"You're right about that. Yeah, alright I guess. I had a little trouble but what can I do about it? Carol and David are never around to help and Duncan hates me." He kicked the ground with his feet, sending the neat piles of leaves flying. Frank walked past, sweeping the ground and stopped in front of them. "After assembly, down in HQ please."

Oscar nodded slightly, not daring to ask why or what assembly and turned to Carrie. "How did you do?"

"Piece of cake. After all, I had to do it first before I practised my gym routine. My parents think school is more important but have gym as a backup option in case I fail my GCSE's."

Oscar shook his head. "That's not going to happen. "

"I know. That's just what I like to think anyway. I'd love to become a professional gymnast."

Rose looked at her watch and frowned. "The bell's going to go any second. Come on."

Almost instantly the bell rang and they wandered inside along with the other students who looked at the three then continued on with their conversations. Oscar sighed. 'Well this was going to be a fun week,' he thought sarcastically.

Just as Frank was going to shut the gates, Snoop ran past and slipped in, cocking his hat at Frank.

Frank shook his head at the cheap imitation. "Git on wit' ya Timot'y."