It was 3:00 a.m. and I still hadn't gotten any sleep. What do you expect from me? Tomorrow I'm going to another fancy-dancy private school. I mean I've been to many ever since my Dad and soon-to-be-step-mom got engaged and ever since both of our families came together, will it's been a mess! I love my step-mom! She's possibly the 2nd best Mom I could ever ask for! But I still feel a hole in my stomach when I see my Dad giving her lovey-dovey eyes. Like he once did to Mom. My real Mom. She died 3 years ago in a plane crash. But I'm happy for my Dad. Being able to move on and find happiness once again. I hope some day I will to.

"MAX!" I heard from the other side of the door. "Wake up and hurry for breakfast!"

"I'm going, I'm going" I groaned back.

I quickly changed. I was glad that this stupid school didn't have uniforms. They're the worst with their to short mini skirts, and slu- uh hm, you get the point.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Staring back at me was a blonde, brown eyed, girl. Nothing special. I got my blonde hair that was now slowly turning darker from Dad. And everything else from Mom. To much from Mom. I smiled satisfied with how I looked and headed downstairs.

"Morning Sweetie." Mom greeted me. "Big day today!"

I groaned. "Don't remind me."

She laughed. Then she noticed what I was wearing. "Honey" she began.

"Are you sure that's appropriate?"

I looked at my clothes. I had on a sparkling silver top (Don't ask), ripped skinny jeans, and my favorite combat boots.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked.

She smiled. "Your father wouldn't approve of this."

Ya, since being the Senators daughter and all, I was suppose to sit an example by wearing the latest fashion, and driving in limos, and carrying around my poodle in a tiny little purse. Will that's what Dad always said secretly anyways.

"Yup, I know!"

She laughed. "Fine then"

Finally my brothers came in the dining room.

"Mmm, smells good!" Jake said."What's for breakfast?"

Jake was my soon-to-be-step-brother. When our parents dated for the last 2 years, we hardly ever met, let alone talk. But now that they're engaged and decided to move in together, we've gotten pretty close over the Summer. While I had to move from city to city, he got to stay here all his life! Lucky. Whenever I looked at him, I couldn't help but notice how much he looks like his Mom. Same chocolate brown hair, hazel-green eyes, and perfect heart warming smile. Once again, lucky!

"Pancakes and bacon" Mom answered. "Iggy, Dear could you please get the syrup?"

"Sure thing" He replied making his way towards the kitchen.

Iggy was my actual brother. We are will, twins! He had strawberry blonde hair. Unlike me his hair actually got lighter. Iggy had dark blue eyes like dad's. I was always jealous of his eyes. The perfect shade of blue, that gleamed and could hypnotize with just a glimpse. I guess I drew the short stick in the gene pool huh?

As always it was my Mom, Jake, Iggy, and me eating. Dad was always in meetings and other government stuff. I looked around the table as everyone ate. I smiled to myself. This is my home. This is my family.