I was already for school, and in an extremely good mood. I had no idea why but I just was. It's not like I didn't like it, I actually was really happy with the mood I was in. I sneaked into Kris's room and saw that he was asleep. Odd, usually he's the one whose always up first and ready to go.

I began to think about the stupid prank he pulled on me with the paint. I was still not over it, and I definitely wanted my revenge. I tip-toed over to Kris's bed and looked at how calmfully and peacefully he was sleeping. Perfect.

I opened my mouth in a large 'O' shape and let out a loud shriek to even cause my eyes to close and my fists to clench up to balls. I opened my eyes and saw Kris panically jump up from his sleep with a worried expression. He was sweating and shaking, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"GET OUT!" Kris shouted as he threw a pillow at me wiping my smile away. I gave him my blank face expression, and he gave me the "What the hell?" look at how fast my mood changed. I couldn't help but laugh again at his priceless expressions.

"Why did you wake me up?" Kris asked as he dug his face in his pillows. I couldn't help but stare at him in his boxers and plain white t-shirt.

"Well, because I wanted my revenge. Remember your little paint prank? Well I do. And you do realize that you're in your boxers right?" I asked with a giggle, and Kris suddenly jumped up again, and he face flushed red.

"GET OUT!!!" He shouted even louder then before, and I left lauging.

I went down for breakfast and saw my mother and Suki looking at wedding catalogs at the breakfast table and Melony making breakfast.

"Morning!" I cried, and both mom's looked up and smiled.

"Honey, did you reply to your father's postcard?" My mother asked as she looked up from the catalog.

"Which one?" I asked as I rolled my eyes.

"You haven't replied to any of them? Well how much did he send ever since...you know-"

"42 postcards. He stopped recently." I said as I took a seat and Melony placed a plate of eggs and pancakes in front of me with a glass of apple juice. My mother's eyes widened as she heard how many post cards he sent me.

"That's kind of a lot.." Suki finally spoke.

"Kind of? That is a lot! He wants to know if you can make it to the wedding...are you going?" My mother asked. She was pretty much asking me if I wanted to go see my father getting remarried with a woman i've never met before. She was the person who split up my family, took my father away from my mother and I, and made me dislike the name Tabitha and the place Italy. Sure! Why shouldn't I go? As If!

"No." I simply said as I drank my juice, and ate my eggs and pancakes.

"No? That's it? Why not?" My mother asked, and I glared at her.

"You know exactly why mom." I said as I continued eating.

"Oh c'mon Miku It can't be that bad. I mean, I've always wanted to visit Italy! It's a very nice and romantic place, with lots of shopping botiques!" Suki said. It seemed as if both mom's teamed up on making me go visit my father. No matter how much they urged me, I wasn't going to go.

"I don't know, let me think about it." I said. No matter how much I argued I knew both of them wouldn't give up, so I just decided to stall them with my answer.

"Great! You have quite some time to think about