Aryia burst into Maya's room. "Good morning, sister!" She crowed. She saw the familiar frizz of black hair move ever so slightly. Aryia sighed and walked over to stand by the bed. "Get up, get up, get up!" She shook the bed violently. "Ack! Geez, I was just about to get up!" Maya Cathers slowly sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes. "Well, hurry up! I wanna eat cereal!" Aryia said, and shoved the clothes that Maya picked the night before onto her sister. "Now, hurry up! If you don't come down in 10 minutes, I'll bludgen you to death!" Aryia said happily, and skipped down to the dining table downstairs.

"Geez, just like mom." Maya grumbled as she quickly changed and brushed her teeth. She whipped out her comb and brushed her hair, then went downstairs. "About time!" Maya heard Aryia say. Maya sighed, but grinned at her little sister. Aryia seemed to have this way with people, to infect them with happiness. She quickly grabbed a bowl and filled it with cereal and milk. Aryia was already half-done. The two girls wolfed down the cereal, setting their bowls neatly in the dishwasher and cleaning the spoons. "Now, come on, Maya! Drive, drive drive!" Aryia pushed her sister out of the door, barely giving her time to put on any shoes. "Fine, fine." Maya held her hands up in surrender and walked over to the car, getting into the driver's seat while Aryia plopped down into the pa-ssenger's seat. 

((Froggie, of course it's okay! :D

Nathan needs some love to get him to be social and reveal his true colors. <3)) 

((-was late-

LAWL.

And I'm considering just making little Derek gay instead of bi. -headtilt- Just because the guys here are all way taller than him and it'd be funny for someone to have to lean over to so much as hug the shorty. XD Who is, by the way, the same height as me. c:))

((My girls end up happy and bubbly most of the time.

Or cute and shy.

...

Or just like me. XD)) 

Drake blinked his eyes open to a rude awakening. His window curtains were open, exposing the bright sunlight, which bounced off his gray walls, blinding him. He emitted a low groan, tossing a pillow over his head. It was immediately ripped off of him, his sheets torn from his body. Drake sat up, his hair in his face, not wanting to move. He shot a glare towards JJ, who woke him up like this on every school day. Though he should have been used to it, he wasn't. He treasured his sleep and made the best of it. JJ, on the other hand, grinned at him widely, walking out of the room. Drake rolled his eyes, quickly changing into another pair of everyday high tops, converse, and a band t-shirt. Grabbing his backpack, he tossed it in front of the bathroom door as he quickly brushed his teeth, washing his face. Shaking his head and disagreeing against brushing it out of laziness, he walked to the living room, plopping downwards in front of his sister, who was on the couch across from him. He grabbed his guitar, strumming it lightly out of boredom. Bored. He owned the word. Well, he could have. He was almost always bored, especially when it came to school or work. 

Sam was dressed in her converse, a black knee skirt, and a white tank top, a black hoodie covering her shoulders. She stared at Drake, her pitiful brother, tossing a brush at his tired face. "You're hair looks terrible." She went back to ignoring him until he had finally brushed his hair. She always won over him, and they both knew it. JJ stepped into the living room, sighing in exhaustion. It was always Drake that wore him out. He motioned the siblings to the door, grabbing his keys as they stood, making their way out to the slim black corvette. They hopped in the back and JJ immediately pulled out of the driveway, silence the entire way to the school. Hopping out of the car, they began to walk towards the entrance of the building.

"Bye cousins! Have a fun day of education and strenuous learning!" JJ shouted out his window with a laugh before driving off. Drake scoffed at his joke. Learning wasn't fun at all. Sam gave him a slightly disgusted glance, elbowing his arm to force him to cheer up. He sent her a fake grin before they entered the school doors. 

His parents were already gone and at work by the time Raiah got up. But, that was probably because both of them had to work early. Of course, this didn't mean Raiah got up late, either. He disliked the phrase "the early bird gets the worm", but, the bird usually did. That is if he could manage to get up before his parents, because despite being an early riser, the toaster strudels were already gone. 

Normally this wouldn't bug him, but he had been looking forward to it. Now he just had to go with the alternative... a cherry poptart. As he waited for the poptart to cook, Raiah looked at himself in the toaster, and rubbed at his already smudging eyeliner. He was already dressed, showered and decorated. It was the first thing he did every day. Today he was feeling a tad lazy, however, and had wrapped his dreads up in a messy, low bun that would have irritated his mother, had she been around to see it. His clothes were of the usual; black and decorated with chains. He found it deliciously ironic.

It was 6:45 am as he washed the hideous poptart down with some milk, and grabbed his backpack. Raiah was one of the people who never went "green", he was the kind of person who had walked to school and back since forever ago. It was only an added benefit that he could excuse himself from some things for saying he was saving the planet by walking every day.

The chains on his pants rattled irritatingly as he walked up to the school. He would be so glad to finally graduate. School sucked. He could be out doing something important but nooo, he had to be stuck here in this awful place. "Man I am so sick of the emo kids." He said to himself, out of the blue, as he watched the said emos enter the school. They were like zombies. They infected other people and the only way to kill them was to severe the brain from the spine. That would be one thing he'd be glad to get away from.

Love and peace, losers who don't have any real problems. Raiah, not one to dawdle, headed straight for his locker after entering the building.

[[I would like to personally apologize to any emotastic individuals Raiah has offended. Because if you are emo... you are offended... and you are crying about it.]]