Okay, Chapter 4 is up! (And please try to not kill Andrew.)

Enjoy!

"Hey Ty, morning." said Tyrone's older brother Marshal, taking a bite of a banana nut muffin.

"Hi Marshal, do you have junior police training today?" asked Tyrone while eating his cereal.

"Yeah...hey, what was going on with you and dad last night? He's seemed pretty mad." Marshal asked.

Tyrone tapped the table with his fingers. "It's nothing."

Marshal leaned in closer, "It didn't seem like nothing." he pressed.

"It's Andrew again." Tyrone muttered.

At that Marshal slammed the table and stood up angrily. "Alright what did that fox say this time?" he demanded.

Tyrone propped his head on his hand, "It's nothing Marshal. I'm fine."

But Marshal wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Ty, Andrew's been picking on you and your friends ever since you were in preschool. It's not fine."

"He just hit me in the stomach. You should be more worried about Pablo, he got in trouble for defending me." Tyrone sighed.

"He HIT you? And you didn't tell mom?" Marshal exclaimed.

Tyrone rolled his eyes, "It wouldn't matter Marshal. You know that Andrew is an expert liar. Mom wouldn't believe me no matter what I say."

Marshal sighed and sat down, "I guess you're right. But just tell me if something is wrong next time, okay?"

Tyrone nodded. "I certainly will."

"And if I can't get Andrew in trouble, I can at least give you some good advice." Marshal grinned. "I am older and wiser."

"Well you're about half right." Tyrone said, even though his brother was only sixteen.

"Watch it punk." Marshal said playfully, giving his brother a punch.

"Uniqua! Have you seen my pom poms?" asked her older sister from her bedroom.

"They were on the top shelf of your closet last time I saw them Candace!" called Uniqua from her own bedroom.

"Found them!" Candace announced, peeking her blond haired head through the door. Unlike Uniqua, Candace had blonde hair that was usually in a ponytail for her cheerleading practices. When people would first see Candace, they would normally expect her to be a ditzy cheerleader with all Fs on her report card. But in actuality, Candace is a straight A student that secretly loves singing just as much as she loves cartwheeling. Uniqua sometimes wished that she could be as cool as her older sister. But found that being herself was just as awesome.

"So are you going to ask Marshal to go to the movies with you again?" asked Uniqua while packing her backpack.

"Yup! I hear that there's some good action flicks in the theatre today." she answered.

Uniqua looked up at her sister, "You do realize that he's going to be too busy. Just like all of those other tines you've asked him."

"It's true that Marshal is pretty busy with catching criminals and whatever. But maybe today is the day!" she stood up. "You never know until you try Uni!"

"Try romance? I think that I'll pass." muttered Uniqua to herself.

"Austin breakfast!" called his mother from downstairs. The young purple kangaroo groaned and pulled a pillow over his head groggily. Mornings were not easy for him, especially when it meant going to school.

"I'm not going to say it again." his mother warned impatiently. "You'd better get down here or I'm throwing away your breakfast."

Uh oh, the breakfast blackmail. He'd better wake up.

Austin changed into a fresh striped blue and yellow t-shirt and jeans, and went downstairs. He seated himself at the dining table and took a bite of bacon and eggs. "Morning mom." he mumbled sleepily.

She regarded him with a smile, "You know Austin, I was just thinking to myself that it's a beautiful day to make new friends!"

Austin knew that his mom was about as subtle as a tsunami. He knew that this was just another ploy to overcome his shyness. "Mom! I'm fine with the friends that I have right now!" Austin complained.

"I know, I know. But don't you think that it would be nice to have more friends?" she pressed. "What about that Andrew boy down the street? I hear that he's about your age!"

Austin nearly choked on his orange juice. "Mom! He absolutely hates my friends and me! There's no way that we could ever be friends!"

"But what if you just set aside your differences and played with each other? Maybe I could schedule a— "

"Oh look at my wrist, it's time for me to go. Bye mom!" interrupted Austin, running out the door with his laptop under his arm.

"Austin wai—ugh, boys..." grumbled his mom.

"Books? Check. Homework? Check. Favorite pencil case? Check. 5 perfectly sharpened pencils?" Tasha gasped. "Not check!" she held up a lone pencil with the tip slightly chipped off. She sharpened it quickly to a point and stuffed it into her pencil case. "There, check." she said satisfactorily.

"Tasha? Are you ready for school? The bus will be here in exactly 10 minutes." Her mother called from the hallway. Her British accent floated throughout the house.

"Yes mother!" answered Tasha, laying her checklist on her bed.

Her mother peeked her head through the doorway. "Remember to mind your manners young lady." she reminded.

"I will mother." Tasha assured her.

Just as she was about to leave, Tasha's mother turned around again. "Oh I just remembered, your father wanted to know if you wanted to look through the new shipment of books coming in today."

Tasha smiled. Her father owned a bookshop in town called "The Bookworm" and Tasha loved to read whatever book she could her hands on.

"Tell him that I'll be there after school." Tasha answered gleefully.

"Alright." said her mother. She left Tasha to be alone in her room. Sigh...another perfect day in the Kingston household.

"Pablo, please call your sisters downstairs for breakfast. Their vegetarian sausage and brown rice is going to get cold." his mom said cheerfully.

Pablo sighed and jumped out if his chair. Ever since the fiasco with Andrew, his parents had begun to act weird. Like trying to get him to be more happy and excited about things, and insisting on him doing more art projects. But it wasn't like they didn't pressure him before.

He knocked on his sisters' bedroom door. "Bridget! Kathy!" he called, trying to open the door.

Locked.

Pablo sighed and pulled a toothpick out of his pocket, twisting it in the lock's inner mechanisms. A satisfying click resounded, and he opened the door with no problems. Living with 10-year-old twin sisters can teach you lots of tips and tricks in a lifetime.

Bridget looked up from her book and smiled at him sheepishly. Because the two sisters were identical, it was almost impossible to tell them apart.

Almost.

Bridget would be typically the easiest to recognize because she would usually be caught reading a book with her glasses in a quiet corner not saying a word. But her sister Katherine (or Kathy as she preferred) is a daredevil that loved anything loud and flashy. Like her twin, Kathy is visually impaired. But instead of wearing glasses that could get in her way of performing stunts, Kathy prefers to wear contacts.

"Hey Pablo!" said Kathy, jumping off of the first bunk and landing on her feet. She smiled at him.

Pablo eyed her suspiciously. Another important thing to know about the twins is that they're professional actresses. "What's that?" he asked, pointing behind her.

Kathy crossed her arms and grinned. "How dumb do you think I am? That's the oldest trick in the—"

"BOO!" he yelled suddenly. Kathy screamed and fell abruptly asleep, slumping into the carpeted floor.

Pablo smiled triumphantly, "I knew it." then turned to the real Kathy, "Nice try Kate, but you're going to have to try harder than that to fool me."

Kathy snapped her fingers in defeat. "Bridget's darn narcolepsy." she cursed. Pablo knew that both of the twins has separate medical conditions. Kathy has ADHD, (which makes it impossible for her to sit still for a long period of time) and Bridget has narcolepsy. (Which makes her fall asleep when she gets surprised of feels a strong emotion.)

He patted Bridget awake. "Gigs up Bridge, come downstairs for breakfast." he said to her as her eyes began to open.

"Aww shoot. Okay, but at least let me take these contacts out. My eyes are stinging like crazy." said Bridget. Kathy handed her glasses back and popped some contacts into her eyes.

"Time to get up Master Andrew." said his butler Erick.

Andrew yawned and got out of his bed. Then dressed himself in his usual black suit with a red handkerchief peeking out of the front pocket. "Erick, please tell Nancy to make my eggs benedict softer this time. And remind Charles to fill up the limo's tires, the ride to school yesterday was too bumpy...again."

Erick bowed, "Yes sir." and then left the room.

Andrew sighed. Why does he have to do everything around here? It isn't easy ordering servants around.

"Breakfast Master Andrew. Eggs benedict with hollandaise sauce and an ice cold Cola as usual." said a maid, placing a dish of food in front of him.

Okay, just because he has sophisticated taste buds doesn't mean that he doesn't like soda. Andrew took a bite of food and hummed to himself as classical music drifted in the air.

"Good morning sun beam!" his mother greeted, coming downstairs with curlers still in her hair. She seated herself and another maid delivered her food. "Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, guess who's coming to visit?"

Probably another prime minister. Andrew thought to himself. "Who mother?"

Her face brightened. "Your cousin Lilliana!"

"Cousin Lily's coming to visits? Great!" Andrew considered his cousin to be the only kid his age with refined tastes and opinions.

"She's going to meet you at your school at 2:30." informed his mother.

Andrew smirked to himself, because 2:30 was when gym started. And he knew exactly what they were going to play...

Did you succeed with Andrew? If you did than I truly am amazed. Please review and I'll see you all later!