A/N: Hey everyone! So, I got addicted to high school/college fanfics and I just couldn't help but write one of my own. This story has been running around my head for the past few days and I really think you're gonna love it, so please stay with me.

To those who are following my other stories, you have noticed that I stopped updating them, but don't worry, I'll finish all of them (I just got a little bored with them plus I had a horrible writer's block).

Anyways, happy reading!

PS: I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli&Isles nor its amazing characters.

Angela Rizzoli got up earlier than usual on a Monday. It was her children's first day back at school and she wanted everything to go absolutely perfect. She went to the kitchen as quietly as she could so to not wake up the rest of the house and got to work as soon as she put her old but still favourite apron. Even though her kids were getting too old for her liking she decided to make bunny pancakes, aware of the complaints she would receive later on. She poured 3 different kinds of juice to 3 different glasses. Orange juice for her oldest child, Jane, strawberry juice for Frankie and grape juice for the youngest, Tommy. Angela couldn't stop but think of how her three children were so alike and so different at the same time.

She opened the fridge and gathered all the ingredients she would need to prepare her children's lunch; bread, peanut butter and marshmallow -or how they called it, fluff-. Angela cut the crusts of the sandwiches and put them in three individual Tappewares and then put them in their respective backpacks, along with Frankie's epi-pen for bees and Tommy's epi-pen for strawberries. Another school year... That meant Senior Year for Jane, Freshman Year to Frankie and middle school still for Tommy.

The summer break was absolutely incredible, Angela had to admit to herself. Even tough someone was always coming or going, bringing friends over or hanging out with them it was good to have her kids around specially now that Frank Sr was not present anymore. They made some really great new memories over the break and she was actually pretty grateful.

Angela put the pancakes on the oven to keep them warm. Ready for the hardest part of her morning routine, she turned around and took her apron off, hanging it on the hook behind the kitchen door. Time to wake my little monsters. She thought to herself as she walked towards and up the stairs. Thinking out of experience, she knew that Tommy would be the easiest to wake.

The eldest Rizzoli made her way to the last door on her left and opened it carefully. Tommy was in the middle of his bed, curled into a ball under his sheets. He looked so peaceful and relaxed that Angela almost didn't have the heart to wake him up. But she knew that if she didn't wake him, he would be late for his first day and that would ruin her plans of a perfect day. She tiptoed to the edge of his bed and leaned in, rubbing her hands softly on his broad shoulder.

"Tommy, baby, it's time to wake up."

The young boy moved slightly but did not open his eyes. He mumbled something that Angela assumed was the words 'five more minutes' and turned his back to her. She chuckled softly and turned around the bed, facing the boy again. This time she dropped to her knees, getting to the same eye level as her young son. Angela kissed his forehead and pushed the sheets away. The boy groaned and open his eyes in a matter of seconds.

"Oh, come on Ma! Did you really have to do that?" His voice was still slurred with sleep and he tried his best to rub the sleep off his eyes.

"It's your first day back at school, Tommy. Just stop whining an get ready. Breakfast's in 15." She smiled lovingly at him and found her way out, headed to Frankie's room. Angela turned the knob only to find that the door was locked. She sighed deeply and knocked softly on the wooden surface.

"Frankie, wake up. It's time to get ready for school." She heard a muffled 'okay' and smiled in satisfaction. But she knew that was way too easy to be true. "I'm gonna call Janie and you better be out of bed when I get back."

Frankie knew better than defy his mother, so he reluctantly did what he was told. He pushed his navy sheets away with his feet and stoop up, sleep still running through his veins. He couldn't understand why school had to start so early in the morning. School . He suddenly frowned at the thought of walking through the school's door being a high school freshman. Even though he knew his badass of a sister was a senior at the same school and that she would protect him at all costs he still felt butterflies flying around his stomach. He shook his head and convinced himself that everything would be just fine and that he was just overreacting.

He took a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt and headed to the bathroom. Once he stepped onto the hall he saw that his brother had the same plans. And he knew that Tommy would take an eternity to get ready and if he managed to get to the bathroom first, Frankie would have only a few minutes to get ready himself. So he ran towards the room, knocking Tommy on the floor on the way.

"Sorry, lil bro, but bathroom's mine today." He grinned at his younger brother who clearly hadn't seen him coming. Tommy got up slowly and groaned once again.

"Come on Frankie, don't be a douche. I gotta get ready too, y'a know?" Tommy rubbed the back of his head and stiffed a yawn.

"So it's okay for you to always to that to me, but it's not okay when I do it to you? Grow up T, learn how to share a bit."

Angela could hear the bickering between her two boys all the way over her girl's room, but she was too busy trying to wake up a sleepy Jane to intervene. Jane was always the worst to wake up. Angela called her name over ten times, she nudged her shoulder, patted on her back and still nothing. So an idea came to mind. She walked to the edge of the bed and snaked her hands under the sheets. Angela grabbed Jane's calves and pulled as hard as she could. But Jane had other plans. When her mother pulled her, she grabbed the metallic bars of her head rest and pulled herself back on the bed.

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli, knock it off! You had the entire summer to sleep, now you get up and get ready for school." Angela huffed. "I'm not going to repeat myself. You better be downstairs in 10 minutes if you don't want to be chocked with your pillow."

Jane groaned and turned to lay on her back. She opened her eyes and they quickly adjusted to the brightness of her room. This was it, this was the beginning of the end. And as much as she was excited to be a senior, she was scared out of herself at the same time. There would be tryouts, homecoming, prom and college applications. She wasn't quite ready yet, but there was no going back now.

The slim brunette got out of bed and walked to her closet, taking a few minutes to think over an outfit for the day. Finally settling for a dark skinny jeans, a Ramones t-shirt and some black hi top converse she headed to her own bathroom. Words couldn't describe how grateful she was to have her own bathroom, away from the little pigs that were her brothers.

She got dressed in a matter of seconds and looked at herself in the mirror for the first time that morning. A gasp fell from her lips, followed by a sigh and a groan. Her raven curls were even wilder and she had no idea what to do to tame it. Jane ran her thin and long fingers through her hair and added a little water to it. It helped just a little but she still looked like a lion. She narrowed her eyes at her reflexion and grabbed the pot of gel.

Jane spread a little gel on her hands and rubbed them together before running her finger through her curls again. She repeated the action a few more times before she was finally satisfied with her looks. Well, this is the best I can get. She thought to herself and headed downstairs.

Frankie and Tommy sat at two of the barstools in the kitchen, fighting over the maple syrup. Jane rolled her eyes and sat next to Frankie, nudging her shoulder on his. He smiled at his big sister and she smiled back as she put a bunny shaped pancakes on her plate. She was 18 years old now, but she still loved those pancakes, even though she would never, under any circumstances, admit that to her mother.

"So.." She began after taking a sip of her orange juice. "Are you excited to be a freshman?" Jane cut one of the ears and applied the syrup to eat, after stealing it from Tommy.

"Not really." Frankie shrugged.

"Oh, come on Frankie, it's gonna be fun. You'll see. Plus, I'll be just a flight of stairs away. You can always come to get me."

"I know Janie." He looked at her, chocolate eyes meeting similar ones.

"Good" She smiled widely at him.

"If you kids don't want to walk to school, you better hurry up." Angela appeared at the doorframe, holding three backpacks. Jane took a last sip of her juice and ran towards her mother, grabbing her bag and kissed her mother on the cheek. She was followed by her little brothers towards the yellow bus which was going to take them to what they feared and wanted the most.

Senior year, here I go. Jane smiled as she took her seat.

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