I woke up to the soft warmth of sun light on my face, and I felt my arm being gently shaken by a hand, accompanied a soft voice.

"Amy, get up. It's starting to get late." I rolled over on my stomach, trying to ignore the persistent shoving disturbing my sleep.

Mattie obviously got annoyed, and repeated in a threatening voice, "Amelia, if you don't get up now, there's no telling what could happen to you. I seriously suggest that you don't push it."

I grunted in a reply, and turned away from him. I heard a sharp, "Fine. You asked for it," and footsteps moving away from my bed. I heard the sound of Mattie's shoes return and his breath hitch, then a peculiar sound filled my ears.

Then I was completely soaked. I shot right up, eyes wide open, and glared at my brother with accusing eyes.

"Why would you do that? Are you trying to kill me? Bro, that is so not cool!" I all but shrieked at him.

Matthew, the devil that he is, was smiling kindly from my doorway, and merely said before leaving, "Breakfast is ready, sister dear. I suggest you dry off before coming down, considering how we have guests."

I stared at him as he passed through threshold of the door, in awe of his ability to always be unexpected. I heaved out a great sigh, and pushed myself of my sopping wet bed, and walked over to my mirror, gazing at my reflection.

I look like a wet squirrel, I mused. I can't believe Matt would actually do that to me..

I sat on the little stool in front of my mirror and picked up my brush, attacking the little snarls and knots in rhythmic strokes. When I finally finished going through my hair a few times, I quickly braided it and found a long sleeve, off white shirt and a light blue skirt, quickly tugging them on.

I walked over to the door, and took one last gander at the mirror, double-checking my appearance, and pushed the door open, leaving my room.

I bolted down the stairs, excited by the smell of food, and straight into the kitchen where I found more people than usual.

Out of habit, I ran up to Katyusha and gave her a hug and a good morning kiss on the cheek before realizing her being here was a little strange. I pulled back from our hug, and looked at her with questioning eyes.

"Why are you here?" I asked her with sincere curiosity in my voice.

She smiled and said, "Well, I realized it's been awhile since I last came over here, and helped Matt make breakfast! Just an early morning surprise from your big sister!"

She patted me on the head as she said that, and gave me a little push towards the dining room.

"Now, go join the others, honey, we'll bring it out soon enough!"

Still feeling a bit confused, I walked over to the door that she directed me to, and went inside. I found that Katy wasn't the only one who came over for a visit. Natalya had her usual blank expression on her face, but her eyes hinted at an emotion other than apathetic. She looked a lot nicer than she usually did, so it was no wonder why my eyes went directly towards her. In fact, it wasn't until he spoke up that I realized there was another occupant in the room.

"Good morning, Miss Amelia." A soft spoken, male voice greeted me. I tensed up a little upon hearing that voice. That was the voice I tried to and successfully evaded for a whole week, which is kind of hard in a small town like this.

I nodded and smiled politely before returning the greeting and extending a, "Hello" to Natalya as well.

I realized why I didn't see Ivan when I first entered. He wasn't sitting. He was leaning against the burgundy wall, looking out the window, which was on the wall to the right of me. It's not like I'm unobservant, but really, who scans a room before entering it?

While I was making my observations, a bit late I might add, I noticed the room had gotten awkwardly quiet upon my arrival. Deciding to try and break the ice, I walk over to the window Ivan was next to, and pushed up the glass (awkward wording), letting a gust of wind into the room. Hearing the bird songs from the neighboring trees, I whispered, "How pretty," in a kind of entranced way.

"You think so? I find them very noisy, and annoying." I heard Ivan say with a hint of annoyance. Having temporarily forgotten that I had just positioned myself to be right next to him, I almost jumped. Luckily, I recovered quickly, so no one saw.

"Well, everyone has their own opinion of life, right?" I asked with a small smile in Ivan's direction, looking him in the eyes.

That made him pause for a moment before replying with a, "I suppose so."

Luckily, the awkwardness was broken by the door opening rather quickly, and a tall figured entered the room.

Covering his mouth as he yawned, Alfred closed the door behind him. He reopened his eyes, immediately saw Natalya, and said, "Whoa," as he admired her beauty.

I turned to face him, leaning against the windowsill and in a loud voice and a silly smile on my face, said, "Well, hello there, Alfred. Something catch your fancy?"

He spun around really quickly and, upon spotting me, gave me a smile that was just as full of energy.

"Well, maybe. I thought I just saw an angel, but I could be wrong." He winked as I laughed at his silly comment, and noted how Natalya began to blush when he said that. Her light colored hair did her no favors in trying to help her hide her obvious redness.

Alfred recommended my attention with a recollection of this morning. Apparently, I wasn't the only who had difficulties getting up this morning.

"And I thought he wasn't coming back! But he did, and then before I knew it, I looked like a waterlogged raccoon." Alfred started laughing, and continued, "I like your brother! He's a really cool guy!"

I joined in on the laughter, and agreed. I pulled out my hair tie, letting my hair fall limply around my shoulders before adding, "You're not the only one with wet sheets right now, Alfie! He got me, too! My hair's still wet from it!"

Alfred got closer to me, and ran his fingers through my hair. I love the slight tugging sensation on my locks. I almost started leaning into his hand because of it. He laughed again as he retracted his hand.

"Sure enough! Your hair is really wet!"

Not too long after he said that, I felt a rather pissed aura start coming off of Ivan. I looked over at his face to see him grimacing towards the wall, and his eyes were very displeased. They were focused on Alfred who moved over to start up a conversation with the still blushing Natalya, and they looked like they could kill (don't put this here. If you put it anywhere at all, just put it with the glare bit). I was debating on whether or not I should say something to him, and what I could say if I did, when the door opened once more and Mattie and Katy came in with the food. Upon noticing their arrival, Alfred looked up, politely ended his conversation with Natalya (which seemed to make her a bit disappointed) and pulled out a chair.

His words directed towards me, he asked, "Care for a seat?" in his playful voice. I looked over at Ivan who was started staring at him intensely. So I quickly sat down, thanking Alfred quickly to avoid getting in the way of them. Alfred sat down in the chair next to me, and Ivan started moving again. He wound up sitting next to his sister, across from Alfred, who was still seemingly ignorant of Ivan's obvious death glare. After distributing everything, Katy and Matt sat down on the opposite ends of the table, and breakfast was started.

Alfred quickly won over the female Braginskis, but the cold purple eyes that were sitting across from him told me this day wasn't going to end peacefully.

Why do I feel tired each time I finish writing/typing? I guess that's a sign that I shouldn't bother anymore...

JK! I'll at least finish this story. So apparently, the 10th of September is suicide awareness day and I coincidentally participated by wearing all yellow. Go subconscious who knows random events better than I do!

So how was it? Anything freaky you noticed that I failed to find due to lack of awareness (besides suicidal of course!)?

Hope you enjoyed, and good night/morning/afternoon to people everywhere.