Glenda knew she was born into a strange family. Her brother was just girly, and her mom was an actress, (which was actually pretty cool). But, she doesn't know who her father was…no one really cared to tell her…( This is the same story as "Child's Play Isn't Always Safe". Sorry for confusion!!

"Mom!" Glenda called from the hallway, stomping towards the kitchen, where her mother, Jennifer (A.K.A Tiffany), was sitting at the table and reading the newspaper.

"Hm?" She said, lifting her head up from the paper, looking at the raged Glenda. "What is it, dear?"

"Where…is…Glen," she said, forming the words so it was not actually a question. Her eyes were on fire with rage.

"Glen is out with his friends. He'll be back in a couple hours."

Glenda paused for a second, and then let out a piercing scream of rage, all the way back upstairs to her room. Glenda stomped in, slamming the door behind her so hard; the pictures on the wall in the hallway shook.

Glenda sat on the bed and crossed her arms. Her hair was practically standing up, like a ticked-off cat when you tease it with its food. She then heard a soft knock on the door, her mother's head peered in. "Hey…is there something wrong?"

"No." Glenda said sternly. "I just need someone to pick on." With that, Tiffany laughed and said under her breath, "Just like her father."

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing," Tiffany said, smiling still. "And, when your brother comes back, don't hurt him."

"Don't worry, I won't." Glenda said, turning her mad expression into a nice, respectful smile. Tiffany left, silently shutting the door behind her.

About and hour later, Glen came walking through the door, face covered with sweat and his red hair totally soaked. "Hi, mom!" He said, running into the living room where his mother was watching television. She looked at Glen and smiled, turning off the television.

"Hey, sweetie, have fun?"

Glen nodded happily and literally skipped back up to his room. When Glen reached the outside of his door, he suddenly frowned. He looked into the evil blue eyes of his sister, blocking his way into the room. "H-hey, G-Glenda…" Glen said, waving ever so slowly.

Glenda smiled sweetly. "Hello, my sweet big brother. I was waiting for you to get home. I was lonely."

Glen gulped and took one step back.

"You look tired," Glenda continued. "Did you run?" Glen stood silent.

"Um…no….but—

"Why don't you come in and lie down?" Glenda interrupted, slowly opening the door.

"Um…G-Glenda, are you okay? You seem…creepier than normal." Glenda started to cry a fake cry. Glen did not realize her drama and thought it was real.

"Gah! Glenda d-don't cry! Why are you crying, anyway?! Are you sick?! Did something happen?! C'mon, Glenda!"

"M-My brother…thinks…I'm creepy…" Glenda continued her face sobbing.

"Ah! No I didn't! I-It was a figure of speech!"

Glenda fiercely shot up her head and grabbed Glen by his arm, pulling him into his room. She shut the door behind them.

Tiffany quickly shut off the Television at the sound of Glen screaming. She quickly got up and ran upstairs. When she reached Glen's room, she busted open the door and saw Glenda tickling Glen, Glen rolling around on the floor, laughing himself to death. Tiffany sighed in relief.

"Glenda…be careful, don't hurt your brother."

"Don't worry, mother-dear, I'm not." Glenda smiled sweetly at her mother, Glen calming down a bit.

"Okay, now I know you're up to something, young lady. You never call me "mother-dearest" unless something was up. Now, tell me."

"Um….no?" Said Glenda, not knowing what to say. What could she say? "I wanted to kill Glen by tickling him to death because he wasn't here"? No. She just wanted to be a good, fun sister.

Tiffany made a one-second grimace and nodded. "All right. Get ready for bed, you two. You have school tomorrow."

"Okay!" Both Glen and Glenda said in unison.

That next morning, Glen and Glenda were both in their bathroom; Glen brushing his teeth and Glenda brushing the constant tangles out of her hair. They loved the fact that their bathroom was half as big as their room with two sinks. It made the house quieter….

Tiffany watched as Glen and Glenda ran down the stairs and headed for the door. "Hey, Hey!" Tiffany said. "Aren't you two going to have breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry, mom," said Glenda, who did not even bother to look at her mother.

"Me neither," said Glen. "Too excited about the first day of school!"

"You're excited about the first day of the circus coming to town." Glenda commented, opening the door.

Tiffany sighed. "Okay. Do you want to take the limo? You don't have to walk on your first day."

"Mom," Glenda said, "Don't you think we cause enough attention?"

It was true. Glen and Glenda attracted attention because of their fire-red hair. It was the red beyond natural. Red like a doll's….

"Alright…well, have a great day at school. Look for each other in your classes and find which lunches you have together!"

"Mom," Glenda said again. "I need my personal space…"

"Alright just go," Tiffany said, smiling. Glen and Glenda walked out the door; Glen closing it behind him.

A few minutes later, they looked up to see their two-story school looking down on them like two pairs of eyes staring you down until you blink.

"Wow," Glen said, "It's…big."

"Got that right, bro…" Glenda said, not taking her eyes off of the building. "It's like…jail."

"How would you even know what jail looks like?" Glen asked, slowly turning his head to look at his sister.

"Just a hunch," she said. She actually didn't know why she thought it looked like a jail.

They both blinked when they heard the bell ring. They ran as fast as they could to the building and just made it as the doors closed.

"Now what do we do…?" Glen asked.

"Um…I think we have to go to the office and tell the expressionist lady we're here…"

"That's "receptionist", Glenda," Glen said, slightly rolling his eyes.

"Whatever," Glenda crossed her arms and started walking forward. Glen followed her.

When they reached the door to the office, they both paused.

"Are you ready, Glen?" Glenda asked as she put her hand on the doorknob.

"I'm ready…" Glen said; and Glenda twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

The office looked nice and homey. There were couches with flowers for the fabric, there were desks with two receptionists. One of them was on the phone, the other talking to a tall girl with a black backpack that hangs off one shoulder like a bag, black, baggy jeans, and a saggy black shirt with a black hat.

"Seems so peaceful…must be nice," said Glenda, who's focus was mostly on the tall girl. Glen just shrugged.

Glenda walked over to the desk and was greeted by the first receptionist who just got off the phone. Her smile was bright. "Hello. What can I do for you, little lady?" She said. Her accent was western. Like she was from Alabama.

"Hello," Glenda said, smiling a cute, innocent smile. "My brother and I are the Tillys. This is our first day here."

"Oh! That's right!" The receptionist said, obviously surprised, shocked and excited. "Jennifer Tilly's twins. Yes, everyone was expecting your arrival."

Oh no, Glenda thought, slightly looking down. We were expected…more attention.Her thinking was interrupted by the receptionist's announcement. "Here are your schedules and lunch times. School ends at 3:45 and here are the locks to your lockers. Get someone to help you find your lockers and help you with getting your lock unlocked, okay? Have fun! Good luck on your first day!"

Glenda smiled again and took the schedule, lunch times and locks. "Thank you so much," she said. She grabbed onto her brother's arm and dragged him out the door to inside the school. "Man, she can talk." Glenda said handing Glen his schedule and lunch time and his lock. "You would think she'd keep talking until the end of the day so we can go home!"

"Glenda," Glen said, a little nervous. "C-Can you come with me to ask a teacher where my locker is…?"

Glenda sighed. "Don't you think you're old enough to ask yourself?" Glen shook his head. Glenda sighed again. "All right, all right. I'll help." Glenda looked around and caught a random adult she saw walking in the hall. "Excuse me, miss?"

The woman turned and looked at Glen and Glenda. She smiled. "Hello. My name is Mrs. Richmond. Do you need help with anything?"

"Yes…" Glenda said. "We are new. We need help finding our lockers and our classes." Mrs. Richmond smiled.

"Let me see your lock and schedules please." Glen and Glenda handed her the schedule and lock. "You're lock says 'Locker number 204' and the other says 'Locker number 506'," said Mrs. Richmond, closely examining the locks. She then held up the two schedules. "Glenda Tilly. Oh! You are both Jennifer Tilly's children! How nice. You don't look like her. Where did you inherit the red hair?"

At this, Glen panicked. Tiffany had told him to not tell Glenda about her father. So he improvised.

"We get it from our uncle Boris. He lives over in Tallahassee, Florida."

"Oh, how cute. Okay, back to your schedules. It appears that you both have the same classes except for your electives. Glen, you have Art, and Glenda, you have P.E. I can get you two to your classes now. There's no more time to get to your locker so teachers will understand why you have a backpack."

Are all of the teachers here this talkative...? Glenda asked herself.

Mrs. Richmond grabbed both of the twins' hands and pulled them towards their first class. "Your first class is Language Arts. Your teacher's name is Mrs. Ortega." She stopped pulling when she reached the classroom. "Its room number 485. I wish you luck!" With that, she walked away.

Glen and Glenda looked at each other, then at the door. Glenda quickly grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening the door.

See! I told you I'd make it longer. I might have gotten into too much detail...sorry! I really get into my stories when I write. I hope you enjoy!!