"Oh joy." I mutter to myself as I walk up my drive way. My sister's red jeep backing into the two car garage. She pulls herself over the door, not bothering to actually us it. "Hey sis, I thought you were at school today." She fingers her short dyed-black hair and smirks at me. "Did you skip or something?"

I roll my eyes, annoyed. "No, stupid. It was early release today." I turn my back to her and start walking up to the front door of the house. It's nice, as houses go, painted a light tan with a big wrap around porch. "What are you doing here anyway Jackie? I thought you had that big senior trip to California."

"So did I. But I missed the plane." She crosses her arms and leans against her jeep. "That snob Alana gave me the wrong time. I expected that from her though." Jackie snickers, giving me another one of her evil smirks. "Guess you're stuck with me Naomi."

"Oh god no. This is the day I die." I groan sarcastically. It's not that I don't love my sister, it's just we can be total opposites sometimes. We don't even look alike, me with my long, dirty blond hair and cerulean eyes and Jackie with her now short black hair and green eyes. The only thing we have in common is we are both pretty pale. Its sucks. If I try to tan, I burn like freaking bacon.

Jackie tries to look innocent, which is a major stretch for her. "Aww, you know I'm not that bad." She struts up to the front door and stands next to me. "If anyone has issues, it's diffidently you. I know of no one else who can stand to lock themselves in their room for hours playing some stupid game."

"Kingdom hearts isn't stupid." I grumble in defense. It's true; I do spend a lot of time playing it. My friends say I'm 'hopelessly obsessed'. "Your one to talk, little miss rage against the machine." Rage against the machine is Jackie's favorite band; you can always hear it blasting through her speakers. I am so sick of being woken up at two in the morning by it pounding its way through my walls and into my poor sleep-deprived ears.

Jackie rolls her eyes and pushes her way into the house. She runs two steeps at a time, up the stairs up to her room. Just to bug me, she turns up take the power back as high as her speaker allow. Yes, by rage against the machine.

I slump down on our white couch. "I love you to Jackie!" I yell sarcastically. I kick of my sandals and head up to my room. It's pretty simple, just a twin bed with blue covers, a black desk, my dresser with all its random crap and what-not littering the top, and my book case. Against one wall I have my flat screen and PlayStation. I pause for a moment. I hear something other my sister's music, kind of like a rumbling.

I look out my window and just in time see some strange object crash into the woods that also serve as my back yard.