Yumi POV

Beep! Beep! BAM!

I slammed my hand hard against the alarm clock and went back under the covers. I was not ready to deal with the morning or the 'Ms. Drama Queen'. I tried to fall asleep again, but, unfortunately, that wasn't the plan. Someone tugged away the blankets from me and pushed me off my comfy bed.

oomph! I landed with a thud. I heard fits of laughter and people rolling on the ground. I stood up, dusting myself off. I looked at the two goof balls on the ground holding their stomachs.

"Do you guys mind?"I glared at them, letting my hand rest on my hip.

"We're-haha-so-ha-sor-haha-ry!"They said between laughs. I rolled my eyes.

"You guys are 17 and yet you act like a couple of four-year-olds,"I started to fix my messed up bed.

Frankie stood up and seemed relaxed enough to speak properly, " Oh come on Yumi. You know you love us."

"Of course she does. We are practically her favorite brothers in the world,"Eric grinned from ear to ear.

Frankie and Eric both have black messy hair, brown eyes and clear skin like everyone in the family. Frankie is taller than Eric by 1 inch even though they're both twins.

"So what's Nicole doing right now?" I spat out the name like garbage.

Nicole is my fraternal twin. We don't look anything alike. Frankie and Eric pretended to choke and faint. I couldn't help but laughed. I'm sure you could tell my older twin brothers don't either.

"She's putting on her mask of horror," Eric said, standing up.

"And she thinks if she dressed more laid back like you, guys will like her better than you," Frankie stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"How is she going to look like me? She doesn't have the same clothes as I do." I said walking into the bathroom and putting toothpaste onto my toothbrush.

"How the hell should we know? What are we? Your personal spies?" Frankie scoffed.

"You don't even pay us!" Eric chimmed in.

"Oh com on. Datd paysh wou guysh 100 evebry weesh," I rolled my eyes and continued to brush my teeth.

"What did she say?" Frankie asked.

"I think it was 'Okay. I will give you guysh my allowancesh'"Eric teased.

"You wish!" I spat going back into my bedroom.

I stared at them hoping they would get the hint. They didn't.

"What are you guys waiting for?"I asked, impatiently. They both shrugged.

"Get out! Sheesh!" I shoved them out of my room, sighing with content.

My family and I have just moved to San Jose, California two days ago and, already, I've been applied to a public school! A PUBLIC SCHOOL! Can you BELIEVE that? Ever since middle school, I hated public schools. Guys looked at my chest, Girls envied me and I had no real friends. How much does that suck? After the first semester of freshman year, I couldn't take it anymore and went to a private school.

Of course, Frankie and Eric were sad I wouldn't be at the same school with them anymore, but I needed to get away and start fresh. I could make friends and no guy ever stared at my chest...because it was only a school for girls.

My mom passed away when I was 10. It was really an unbelievable time for our family. My mom was very ill. When she died, Nicole blamed me for her death and did everything possible to hurt me. It's the reason we don't get along.

Our dad is barely ever a dad. He is always on those business trips. I don't have anything against my dad, it's just that I wish he would act more like a parent like mom did.

Frankie and Eric are twins (I think I mentioned that earlier). They look exactly alike except their personalities are totally different. Frankie can be a real sweet brother and maintains an A+, doesn't flirt with girls because he doesn't like any of them (except me because I'm his sister). Eric is a lunatic and smells a lot. He flirts with girls but only when he thinks he really likes them which rarely ever happens. Eric also has C+ average. I know he is trying but is just too busy with basketball. Oh, and they are both basketball stars. They tried out for the team at our new school yesterday and already, they're popular. Hmm. I still wonder why Frankie gets an A+ average but Eric gets a C+. I guess I'll never know.

My fraternal twin Nicole is a spoiled, slutty Drama Queen. She thinks everything revolves around her. Yeah right! Nicole is the complete opposite of me. She has brown wavy hair (that she dyed to blond) and piercing green eyes(that are only contacts). She is a total fake! Yet boys just love to get laid with girls like her. It so disgusting. Her boyfriends only last a week and on the last day she pushes them far enough and then breaks up with them for a new guy. Can you believe that? She also has a bad mouth, but that is usually expected. But the weird thing is, she's jealous of me! ME! Actually, a lot of girls are jealous of me. I don't see anything about me that makes every guy become lifeless and girl's want to murder me a thousand times before they become satisfied. It just doesn't make sense to me...

I got up again after 5 minutes and did my daily stretching. Yes, I do stretch every day. It helps me with my pencak silat and gymnastics. As soon as I finished my stretching, I walked into my closet and laid out my clothes, then walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. I finished my shower and slipped on the clothes I picked out: A black tank top and a white shirt over with 2 button ups, light blue jeans, a white shell necklace and black etnies.

I checked my reflection and gave it an okay. I grabbed my black Jansport backpack, my cellphone, and 50 dollars. I ran out the door, down the stairs, into the kitchen and screamed for Frankie and Eric. They came down dressed in khaki pants with a white muscle shirt and an unbuttoned button up shirt.

"Whose car are we taking, " Frankie asked as they jogged down the steps.

Eric made a similar noise to a gorilla, jumping up and down, "My car! Let's take my car!"

"Why do we need to take cars? The school is only five minutes away if we cross that bridge. Don't be so lazy, " I remarked.

"But, I really wanted to show off my car," Eric mumbled.

I laughed and shook my head. We walked into the garage and grabbed our skate boards. We raced each other to school. I came first, but it was an easy win since Frankie and Eric kept pushing and shoving each other. When we arrived at the school, I couldn't help think we forgot something, but I shrugged it off.

Nicole POV

'Damn it! How does she make it look so fucking easy!' I screamed out loud.

My room was a total mess. Clothes were tossed onto lamps, the floor, and all over my bed. I was having trouble deciding what to wear that would look much better than Yumi's style of clothing but similar. But, it was so difficult to find something so disgustingly nice to wear.

"Fuck it! I'll wear what I feel like. God Damn it!" I was too frustrated.

I quickly stripped what I had put on before and slipped into short shorts and tight red halter top with matching red heels that were to die for. I put on red lip gloss and black eyeliner. I checked in the mirror myself for any flaws. Of course, there were none. I mean, look at me. I'm flipping gorgeous! I grabbed my purse and walked down the stairs.

"Frankie! Eric! We can go now," I called for them. I called some more and found only an empty house. Those bastards left without me!

"Fucking bastards!" I took out my cell and called the limo services.

You guys are so dead I thought.

Yumi POV

We held our skateboards in our hands and walked into the office. It wasn't very hard to find. There was a large sign pointing the direction of the office.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Do you mind giving us our schedules. We're the Ishiyamas." Frankie asked politely.

The woman looked up at us and smiled, before looking through some papers. She handed us our schedules with a note stuck to them and maps of the school.

"Here you go. Is there anything else you need?" She eyed our boards.

"Yes. Where are the racks for the skate boards?" I asked her.

"Oh it's right over where you guys had just entered." She smiled again.

We thanked her and hung our boards on the rack, before exiting the office.

I had no classes with Frankie or Eric, seeing their both Juniors and I'm a sophomore.

Bring! Bring!

"Yumi, you want us to drop you off to your class?" Eric asked.

"No thanks. I think I can manage. See you guys at lunch." I waved and walked to homeroom.

'Great. Now I get to meet Assholes and Sluts of Kadic High.' I thought bitterly.