"Think of a plan yet?"

Jagger shook his head. "No. I need to think of one soon, though. Before something bad happens."

"Hurry up."

Jagger looked at her. "Then how about you think of something?"

Luna thought for a second. "Ooh! I know!"

"What?"

"Just lost it."

Jagger walked over to the nearest wall. Luna raised her eyebrow as he started wacking his forhead against the concrete. When he was done, he looked at her.

"Remind me again why I'm supposed to put up with you?"

"Because, I'm your beautiful sister. Also your favorite."

"No. Sorry. Actually, Beth is." Jagger said.

Luna rolled her eyes. "Yeah. But she decided not to come with us."

"Luna, she's staying with our Mother. She's protecting her from Alexander since he's back again. What more do you want from her? She has really helped us with alot. Give her credit."

"For what?" Luna snapped. "What did she do for us that I can give her credit for? She hasn't helped me with anything."

"I can list plenty of times," Jagger reminded her. "Remember when Alexander almost trashed your room, and was going to trash your locker at school?"

"What about it?"

"She caught him," Jagger said. "Before he could even do any of that stuff. There's something that you should give her credit for."

"She doesn't give me any credit!" Luna rolled her eyes.

Jagger banged his head against the wall again. "You haven't done anything that she could give you credit for!" Ugh. Sisters.

Luna rolled her eyes. "What ever."

Ugh. Brothers aren't too smart either, She thought to him.

Whatever.

That's what she said.

Jagger rolled his eyes.

--

Bethanee Maxwell, walked in her Mother's house with a handful of food, blankets, movies, and hairbrushes. It didn't cost alot, plus the store was only down the street. It also didn't take her long to get there.

Beth put the bags on the counter and walked into the living room where her mom was sitting watching TV.

"I was thinking after we do our hair, we could go somewhere special. What do you think?" Her Mom, Karen Maxwell, smiled.

Beth nodded. "Sounds fine."

"Now. Let me think of a hair style."

--

"I was thinking... I mean, if you want. You don't have to. It was just a random thought that came into mind-"

"Tell me," I urged him.

"Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow, at the graveyard?"

I nodded. "That'd be awesome."

"I'll pick you up at twelve."

--

"How much hairspray are you going to put in my hair?" Beth asked, coughing.

Karyn sprayed it one last time. "Finished."

"Finally."

"Only with the hairspray part," Karyn said. "You still have some pieces out -of-place."

Beth rolled her eyes.

"Okay. Done." Karen gave her a mirror to look at her hair.

Beth's mouth dropped when she saw her hair. It was pin-straight with little wavy curls at the very ends. It also looked good with the red highlights she had. The top of her head was golden blonde, the middle of her hair, to the end was black with red highlights. It looks better than explaining.

"Now I think we are ready to go." Karen said walking torwards the door.

Where are we going? It must have to be fancy, since she's making my hair this way... I can't wait. My mom was the best when it comes to surprises...

--

Jagger sighed. "I can't think of anything!"

Although no one could answer him, since Luna was out, he was aggrivated that not one idea came to mind. He sighed and leaned against his coffin. But when he went to lean, he fell on his back.

He turned to look where his coffin was. I fail, he thought.

Just noticed? Luna thought to him.

Shut it.

--

"The truth lies in the proof." - Billy Boy.