We swim to my other sister's school. They're not allowed to leave the building without an adult, so we walk inside.

"Hi. I'm here to pick up Blythe Withers."

"Okay, dear. Have a seat, and she'll be right down." We do as we are told and wait for her. She finally comes down after about ten, maybe fifteen minutes.

Blythe looks a lot like me, but our personalities are different. She's mean to all her friends and never listens to anybody. Blythe's smart but acts like she's stupid most of the time, is very disrespectful. The only other difference is our tails. Her tail is red.

I can't stand either of my sisters. Neither listens to me.

Blythe looks like she has had a rough day, so I ask her how it was. I know she will probably say 'okay' or something along those lines.

"How was your day, Blythe?"

"Fine," she says with an attitude.

"It's obviously not fine. What happened?"

"I said it was fine, so it's fine!"

"Come on, Blythe. What happened?"

"Fine, I'll tell you. Ms. Swanson yelled at me because I was telling my friend the directions since she didn't hear them, and in gym class, some boys were throwing things at me."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe we'll do something fun when we get home?"

"Okay, but it better be fun."

"It will be. Do you want me to talk to Ms. Swanson and your gym teacher? Maybe Ms. Swanson will apologize, and maybe those boys will get in trouble. Would you like me to? We're still at the school. All I have to do is walk inside."

"No! I'll be embarrassed tomorrow because of you! Those boys will make fun of me and call me a tattle-tale! I'll be so mad at you if you do that to me!"

"Okay, fine. I won't talk to your teachers."

"You better not."

"I won't. Now, let's head home. Mom's making us dinner, and I'm sure Avery misses you guys."

~

When we get home, I play a couple of board games with Blythe and Avery. Brittany doesn't want to; she never wants to. She thinks games are for babies. Brittany's trying to grow up and be an adult. I don't know why. It's not very fun. If I could make a wish, I'd wish to be a kid again. I'd have much more fun than I do now.

After we play, I help Blythe and Brittany with their homework.

After that, we eat dinner, and I help Blythe and Avery go to bed while my mom finishes cleaning up. I would have cleaned up, but I don't know how to do the things she needs done. So, she told me to tuck them into bed. Blythe and Avery share a room, and I share a room with Brittany. I would have liked to share a room with Avery, but that didn't happen.

After I put them to bed, I do my homework. I only have homework from my math class and my class that teaches you how to speak to whales.

Then, I go to my room to try and fall asleep. Brittany isn't asleep, yet. She's talking on her shell to one of her friends. Loudly.

"Ugh. My sister just walked in the room. No, we can still talk. It's not as if she can force me to get off," she laughs.

Ugh, she makes me so mad. I hope she knows that I can play that game, too. She wants to have an attitude? Fine. I will, too.

I'm not going to fall asleep anytime soon, so I decide to study for one of my tests. Even though math comes easily to me, I decide to study for that test. I hate English; I always struggle with it. That, and science, anyways.

I can't really study, though. Alex keeps popping in my head, and I keep getting so mad at him. The whole period of history keeps racing through my mind. The situation when I heard Nick talking about me starts popping in.

From the corner of my eye, I see Brittany keep looking at me as if I'm crazy. I can't take it anymore, so I put my books away and try to fall asleep. It's no use, though. My mind won't shut off.

After I forget about Alex, I start to think about that guy who almost became my boyfriend. How his hair always stayed in one place. His voice after he just woke up. How he was great with little kids. His hazel eyes, or where they light brown? I don't remember. I do remember the way he looked at me, though, as if I were the apple of his eye. I start dreaming about what could have been. I don't want to, but no matter how hard I try, I do. I imagine me saying yes to his friend and him asking me out. I imagine him taking me to a restaurant, and then, to a nearby park for our first date. He takes me home to kiss me on the cheek but doesn't need a kiss on the lips because he already thinks the night has been great. I know nothing will ever happen like this, but I'm allowed to dream, aren't I? I finally fall asleep thinking about him and a great date.