The screen was blue for a second and then it showed what looked like a crudely made train station. I (dressed in World War II-era clothes and probably only 12 years old) was standing on stage with a boy that looked maybe a year older. He hugged me (of course, the cootie thought kicked in and he made a face) and headed to the train. The piano started and I began singing.

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
Then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back when you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
Just because they can't feel it, too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes!
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye...

The camera shuddered and turned to show Mary's face. She said, "That was Bella singing the song for her play. I haven't really been watching, but I surely watched that! So the song's The Call by Regina Spektor."

Then, the camera fell over and shut off just as you could hear someone cuss, "Aw, sh-".

I went delicate pink and hid my face in Edward's chest. Of course Mary would be filming that. I would have to yell at her later. Alice managed to pull me out of hiding and said, "That was really good, Bella!"

I grumbled, "No it wasn't. I had laryngitis that weekend, so don't lie to me."

Everyone chimed in it was good and I said, "If y'all are going to embarass me, I'm choosing the next video."

Then, I lept off the couch and pulled out one of the less offending ones, labeled Halloween w/ the Crazies (feat. Mary's sister, Derek). That hadn't been too bad, just some jokes that made us sound like we were crazy-asses on crack. I handed it off to Alice, who put it in the DVD player.

The camera was being pointed at the stairs as Lyla walked down, decked out in clothes that made her look like a Malibu Barbie. She posed and a voice came from behind the camera, "Ly! You look totally like a Malibu Barbie doll."

I recognized the voice as Lyla's cousin, Samantha (but she was called Sam). Lyla chirruped, "Thanks! That's exactly what I was aiming for!"

Mary came down next, looking like Pocahontas. Lyla and Sam cat-called. Jess came down, dressed like a devil. I walked down next (dressed as a girl going to a club) and said, "Guys, Derek's still in his room getting ready. I mean, c'mon! What's he going as anyway?"

Mary said, "I think it's Dracula or something."

I snorted, "Yeah, coz he looks so much like how Dracula was depicted. In all his emo-hair and blue eyes! Derek's gonna need a lot more than some powder to get the vampire look."

Lyla said, "No cheese, Cathrine Obvious."

Jess asked, "Lyla?"

"Yeah?" replied Lyla.

"IT'S CAPTAIN OBVIOUS, YOU NUMBNUTS!" Jess yelled in Lyla's face.

Lyla shrunk back and mumbled, "Sorry."

Then, Derek walked downstairs. The tense atmosphere faded as I fell on my butt laughing. He looked like a moron. Mary sniggered, "Look, it's Count Idiota."

Derek had gone all out with the cape and the old clothes. But... jeez. He was sorta tan with blonde and black hair and blue eyes. Jess said, "What's that, your grandpa's costume?"

Derek corrected in a mumble, "It's my dad's. And the reason Mary and I exist."

Everyone took a step or two back, even Mary. "Ewwww..." I drew out the word, stretching it into about five syllables.

Mary grumbled, "And I am related to him how?"

Jess said, "Okay, let's go before Moron McGee makes us not go cause of garlic and crosses."

Derek asked, wide-eyed, "Will that stuff really happen...?"

I said, "Dude! You're sixteen. Be a man!"

Everyone laughed and the camera shut off

Jasper laughed, "He reminds me of Emmett."

Emmett grinned and then yelled, "HEY!"

I grumbled, "Uh, Em? Human, here. Sensitive eardrums."

Everyone else was still trying to control their laughter (including the so-called parents). I let out an unintelligable growl and slumped back on the couch as Emmett went to pick one. "Here we go!" Emmett boomed. "It's Playground Fight."

I groaned. Oh, what fun.

Ding! It's done. I've put some pictures up on my profile. Jess, Mary, Lyla, and Derek are some of the ones that'll end up there. So go check my profile!
~TWC~