I sincerely apologize for leaving my fans hanging, because I know how annoying it can be for people to just suddenly stop writing their fiction, however I have been caught up with all sorts of homework and projects this slipped my mind, so I apologize. So here is a preview of Chapter 7{still in progress}...

Ch. 7 New Friends Preview

Buttercup woke up to the smell of bacon.

Mmm, she thought groggily peeling her eyes open. Food... Her heavenly dream was interrupted when her alarm went off. Half asleep she threw the closest object at the dastardly thing, Shut. UP! Her hands gripped the pillow over her face. Make it stop!

Then her door burst open.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" She did not respond to the happy go-lucky voice. "Come now, Sweetie, it's time for school!"

Buttercup groaned placing a pillow over her face. "Can't I sleep some more..."

The mother snatched the pillow. "Sweetie, if you don't come now you might not get any bacon."

Buttercup popped up. "W-What do you mean might not get any bacon?"

Despite the girl's angered face, the blonde lady smiled innocently. She had already figured out her daughter's weakness. "Well, you live with a bunch of growing boys now. How much bacon do you think it takes for them to fill their hungry stomachs?" The girl didn't waste anytime as she quickly jumped out of bed and ran for her bathroom.

The woman giggled about to head for the door, but not before the girl poked her head out of the restroom, "Mommy Angel?"

"Yes, Sweetie?"

"Can you um..." The emeralds looked hesitant, but went on, "Pick out an outfit for me?"

A smile danced on the blonde's delighted face, "I thought you'd never ask."

Crimson eyes studied the precious food on the pan. Brown, red, crispy... "Boomer, another batch," the younger brother carried the larger plate towards the readied pig meat.

"Wow Brick," Boomer said, eyes wide, "I didn't know you could make breakfast too." The eldest ignored the younger one, for Brick knew how to cook. It was as easy as reading a book. He just simply did not wish to partake in something so feminine, like cooking. It did set right with him, however he learned a thing or two from yesterday's events. One, his father was on to him. And two, emerald eyes lit up at his food. "I mean, you can cook, but usually dinner and I make breakfast. Never yo-" A piece of bacon flew into the blonde's mouth. He chewed. That might stop the blabbing, Brick thought flipping the last piece onto the large pate.

He scanned the room. Perfection, he thought looking at the table set before him. Stacks of pancakes set before him, a plate for each set with sunny side up eggs, sausage links laid along side them, and now the freshly cooked bacon. Nothing could ruin this.

"Damn Brick," the boy with a lazy posture entered the room, with ruffled black locks. Except that parasite, he thought as Butch went towards the crispy pork, "I can smell this shit from the toilet." Before he could snag a piece, a spatula smacked his hand. "The hell!"

"Butch, you have to wait just like everyone else," Boomer stated sternly. This was the only time the boy was ever in authority around the household, breakfast time. The young blonde never thought families should eat breakfast without being seated together. Especially when it was the food that he prepared, minus today, unfortunately Butch never cared. The black haired boy used his other hand to snag a piece of bacon in his mouth, while the other hand face palmed the blue eyed face to the floor.

"Bitch," Butch snickered. Before he could snag another piece a quick hand stopped his. He glared up to meet a pair of deadly reds.

"Butch, wait until everyone is here." Before Butch could reply their mother ran into the kitchen with a camera in her hand and a huge grin on her face.

"Oh Darlings, just look at your little sister!" Buttercup ran into the breakfast room. She wore a simple green dress, with a black strip through it, lock white stockings, and hair brushed with a little bow on her head. Red dusted her cheeks, "Isn't she just a doll!" Buttercup growled. "Oh, Sweetie, why the sour face?"

"If you hadn't taken a picture of me, then I wouldn't be so ma-" Her nose sniffed the air. Eyes angry, but hungrily searching for something. "Where's the bacon?"

"Over here," Brick said momentarily distracted by the shortness of the dress. I doubt anyone would try to sneak a peek, he thought handing her the plate. She basically drooled at the sight. Seeing the plate full she took a piece and sniffed it before taking a bit. Shit, she thought. She quickly stuffed the rest in her mouth.

"Who made this!" Her emeralds gleamed at the rest of the plate.

"I did," Brick stated proudly as she stared at the mountain of cooked pork. "You know, you can grab a plate so you can-" She quickly took a plate and grabbed nearly all the bacon.

"Why does she get some?" Fuck'n prick, Butch said before grabbing his own plate to retrieve the rest of the bacon.

Boomer recovered from his state. "Boomer, isn't she just a doll?" The young boy stared at his little sister, "Isn't she."

More like a starved doll, he thought but he didn't want to make his mother feel bad, so he went against it and smiled, "She sure is."

They all sat down to eat their breakfast.

"Sweethearts, don't you want to wait for your father?" The mother said looking at the empty chair.

"Not, really," Butch and Buttercup said with food flying from their mouths unaware of their synchronized response. The rest of the family watched them gorge the food, but didn't follow. They waited. Even Brick.

"Not really what?" A man stepped into the room. He sat in his seat while casting a look of disgust towards the two brunettes. "Butch."

The boy looked up and answered hotly, "What?"

The father gave him such a fearful expression, the boy swallowed. Butch wiped himself with the napkin before he looked down at his lap and spoke through gritted his teeth, "Sorry." The man then ignored him and looked to Buttercup.

"Buttercup," he gave her the same look, but unaffected, for she was unaware of the house's rules.

"What?" She raised a brow and with a full mouth said, "Mr. Jojo?" If that affected him he didn't let it show.

"At the table, you are to use a fork and chew in a dignified manner," his mouth were set in a hard line, "Understood." Buttercup responded, only because a certain pair of scared blue orbs stared back at her. Pleading her to do as he said.

"Ok," she let out angrily, "I got it, I got it."

"Well then, don't let my absence stop you from enjoying this wonderful meal," he looked at Boomer, "Nicely done Son."

"I didn't make it," Boomer said take a bit of his sausage link, "Brick did!" The man looked at the demon child. His crimson eyes anticipating dearly for some sort of praise. Any.

However, the man took a bite of his sausage, "Hmm. No wonder this link taste burnt," he said staring at the thing. "Well then, my appetite is ruined. Excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to." With that he got up and slammed the door without even a goodbye.

Everyone ate in silence. Except Buttercup. She continued to sloppy eating, Butch followed after. Brick looked at the plate before him. Everything suddenly looked burnt to him. One of these days, I'll make you praise me, old man, Brick thought slamming his fork into his brown lumpy link. Just you wait.

However in the corner of her emeralds she saw Brick glaring at his plate. She felt awful, because she didn't how to cheer Brick up. He did take me to my room, the young girl's thought. He isn't that bad, well not as much as their asshole of a dad. I mean, fuck no kid deserves to be treated like that... The girl started to think.

"Oh dear look at the time, finish up duckies. Mommy needs to go get her purse, okay?" The children's mother left, leaving all the kids alone at the table.

"Hey, Buttercup, are you okay?" The boy's blue eyes gave her a confused look, she gave him a glare, "What do you mean?"

"It looks like you were in pain," Boomer said suddenly aware of the deadly vibe she was sending him, "I mean you look like you're distracted."

"I'm thinking," her voice was pissed.

"Ha," Butch said with a wicked look in his eye, "Like you think."

"Yeah, Crazy, I do," she gave him a glare.

"About what? How short your dress is?" Her face went hot in embarrassment, "Not that!" She tugged it down some more. "On how to cheer someone up! Stupid Psycho."

Brick caught that. His eyes glazed over at her, his little sister. She caught him. He was looking at her, and for some reason it mad her uncomfortable, yet strangely familiar. Her cheeks turned a shade redder, "Never mind." She scooted out of her chair. "I need to go get my backpack." She quickly left them to their own thoughts.

"What the fucks wrong with her," Butch said aloud, looking at his fork.

"Awe, Butch," Boomer said with a smile on his face, "Do you care about her?" His forest glanced at the, now, glaring Brick. The brunette gave his brother a psychotic smile.

"No," he said removing himself from the table, "Just wondering." He left. Leaving the blonde to look at the redhead in confusion.

"What just happened?"

Brick shrugged, "He has problems. Mental ones."

~Skip to school~

Mrs. Jojo arrived at the school with time to spare. The four children exited the minivan one picking on the other, another walked with ease and his red cap, and the final one glared at the huge sign ahead. The sign read: Mrs. Keane's School for Extraordinary Children. Grades 4th-6th.

Great, Buttercup thought to herself, I'm skipping a whole grade.

"Don't worry," the girl's mother took her hand. "It'll be fine, I promise," Mommy Angel gave her little hand a squeeze. "Let's go. Maybe, you'll even make some new friends."

END OF PREVIEW

That's as much as I have for the preview without giving any more away. I'm still writing, keep that in mind, just not as constantly as usual so thank you to those of you who have continued to follow. Leave comments and review, I read each one, they give me good idea of how viewers see the story and true fans. Thank you, and I will be back soon.