“It was so unfair!” Becca complained.

            “How?! How was it unfair?” Taylor questioned.

            “Anna threw the bowling ball!” Becca exclaimed.

“So…”

“At me,” she stated again. You all looked at Anna, who simply shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal. It was dark already and you had played more games then anyone could count.

“Well this is my house,” you smiled, waving goodbye and walked towards the door. When you walked you heard the sound of the T.V. blasting in the other room. You sauntered down the hallway to the living room and saw your little brother sitting on the carpet in front of the T.V. coloring. “How was your day, Tommy?” you asked.

“~~~~-ah!” he yelled, jumping off the ground and running over to you for a hug. You laughed as his full body weight slammed into you.

“Hi to you too!” you said, ruffling his hair.

“Come over and look at my picture!” he demanded, the way seven year olds always did. You walked over and looked at his picture over his shoulder.

“It’s really good,” you admired, “Who are all these people?” you questioned, pointing to the people posed across the bottom of the page.

“Well this is mommy, and this is you, and this one is me,” he emphasized himself.

“You forgot that one,” you corrected, pointing to the one person who was alone in the top corner.

“Oh, that one! That one is daddy!” he grinned innocently. Your smile dropped and your eyes drooped. Your father had died one year ago and when Tommy asked where he was, you told him he went to heaven. Which brought along more questions. Where was heaven? What did it look like? But the one that made you want to cry was when he asked could he visit daddy there.

“It’s a beautiful picture,” you complemented, leaning your head against his. You both were startled by a sudden slam of the door. “I think that’s mommy! Why don’t go see her!” you urged. Tommy nodded as he got up and ran towards the front door.

“Mommy!” he exclaimed, giving her a great big hug. She smiled and then looked over and gave you the signal that she wanted to talk to you. You stood up and walked past them into the laundry room where you and your mom normally had talks and hopped up onto the dryer. Moments later, you heard your mom’s high heels on the tile floor, and the door swung open.

“How was your day?” you asked, swinging your legs back and forth.

Your mom sighed and leaned against the wall, “Horrible,” she stated simply. “You need to start helping…”

“I am. I got a job at the pizza place a week ago! Don’t you remember?” you inquired.

“Yes I do!” your mom snapped. “But how many times do you go to the bowling a week?! How much money do you waste a week?!” your mom’s voice began rising.

“We don’t pay for the bowling alley. We are allowed to go there for free,” you explained.

“And with all that wasted time how much money could you earn if you were working during it?!” your mom demanded. You knew where this was going and knew she would need to calm down before she would be reasonable.

You leaped back off the dryer, “I have to do homework.”

“No! I asked you a questioned!” she yelled, blocking the door.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“What?” your mom asked.

“I don’t know!” you exploded, knowing if you stayed any longer she would start picking at something else. You ran past her and made a break for the stairs.

“Get back here right now!” your mom yelled after you, but you didn’t stop until you reached your room. You slammed the door shut, locked it and proceeded to stormed over to the computer. You turned it on and pulled off the charm. You plugged it in:

^^My mom is so stupid!!! I didn’t do anything wrong!!! I am her daughter for pete’s sake!!! Why does she have to yell at me like that!!! She is so dumb!!! I hate her! I ha^^

Your anger boiled over, you ran over to your bed and submerged your head in the pillow and screamed as loud as you could. You pushed yourself up and punched the pillow, each punch bringing a sob and tears to your eyes.

            “Stupid mom! Stupid mom!” you punched the pillow one last time then just fell into it. You lay there, not moving, not thinking just calming down. *I miss you dad. Before you died mom almost never yelled, now it is a regular thing.* You flipped over onto your back and looked at the ceiling, where there was a poster of six perfectly posed guys, with KAT-TUN printed boldly beneath them. You looked at the guy above the A, Jin Akanishi. His eyes always seemed to give a certain comfort to you. They were mysterious and distanced, but had a hidden misery.

            “Why can’t I just be like you?” you asked Jin. “No stress, no being yelled at, just fun, being with friends, and doing anything I want. You don’t know how lucky you are. I wish I could be you,” you murmured and as you did this a shooting star shot right over your house and it heard your wish.

L I kind of didn’t like making the mom mean. But don’t worry, she was just super stressed. Explanation later. Next chapter is the introduction of the AWESOME, the COOL, the…STUDLY J JIN AKANISHI!!!!! *SCREAM!!!* I hope you all look forward to it. PLEASE COMMENT!!!