Chapter One

I had always been in my own world. The one place I had always wanted to go was Neverland. I had just finished twilight. I didn't really like it. it was set in a real place with added a figment of your imagination. I just wanted to be away from the real world. i looked and my books about other galaxies and fantecy lands. the ones on the top were my Peter Pan books. I went and picked up my favorite on, Peter and the Secret of Rundoon. I started reading but my head was filled with vamires in ballet studios. my friend is always complaining about the way Stephenie Meyer spelled barre wrong. she spells it like a place you would go to get drunk.

I looked around my attic room. On the ceiling were pictures of our solar system and on the walls were pictures of Disney movies. My mother called for lunch. I sighed and put my book down. As I walked down the stairs, I heard my brother come in. I really hated him. He always made fun of me and when his friends came over they made fun of me.

For lunch was left overs. We'll do that a lot. she makes dinner every three days except sundays when we have a really big dinner and left-overs for two days after that.

"Mae, put the book down and act polite." She's always saying that.  'No reading, it's impolite', She always wanted me to be with the family. But my dad gets home around 8'PM everynight and leaves at 6'AM in the morning. My brother always smells like tobacco smoke and I wonder how my mother never notices. His friends smell even worse, they smell like smoke and alcohol.

I looked in the fridge. Tomarrow my mom would have to make dinner again. I grabed a lunch-able. My mom had eaten the rest of the left-overs.

"Mae, how are you doing in school?" she looked at me over her glasses.

"I don't know, the teachers never tell us anything. But I like homeroom." in the mornings we read and in the afternoons we read in we don't haveany homework.

"Your teacher called. You aren't doing to well in algebra. Do you need to talk?"

When she said 'do you need to talk?' it just meant that she wanted to know what was going on in class that i wasn't doing homework, not if I needed help. She would never help.

I looked at my lunch, then back at her.

"No, I just don't like algebra. Anyways it's a really loud class. Nobody ever tries to shut them up. You try working with people yelling in your ear while doing something you're not good at."

Sometimes I think she wants me and my brother to do well in math because we have a great uncle who is a mathe professor at a collage and my cousins ( on the same side) are in really high math classes. But my younger brother, Hunter ( who was at a sleep-over) was was getting a D in math and i'm getting a C- in algebra. And my older brother Justin ( the on that smokes) doesn't even do the work. He's probably doing drugs after school with his friends.

"Well you need to start bring home your work so you can get help."

"How am i going to get help? Hunter isn't even in middle school yet and Justin is still in algebra like me and he's a Junior."

He looked up at me. so I turned and glared. "And do you think you're going to be in trig when your a Junior?" he asked.

"Maybe, maybe not. But I try. You just sit around with your disgusting friends and do nothing." I didn't go on about the drugs because he could easily crush some of my bones.

"Mae, that is quite enough. Justin, you need to try harder. Mae so do you. Now both of you go to your rooms and study hard, do you understand?"

Once in my room, I read my books. I never once looked at Twilight. I would have to give it back to my friend. But of course she would want to know how much I like it and what was my favorite part. And of course I didn't have a favorite part. I barely knew what I was reading. I desided to read Peter and the Shadow Thieves. It was probably my least favorite of the books, but I still loved in.

When 8 O'clock came around I went down stairs. Mom didn't even ask what I had been doing for two hours, she just sat watching NCIS. I sat down and started reading again. At 8:15 my dad came home. it was just a quick "hi" and he went to the kitchen to eat.

My dad is really tall with brown hair. While my mom is short with blonde hair. I am tall with blonde hair and green eyes that might have boys running if it weren't for the fact that i am taller than them. my brothers both have blonde hair and medium heigth. My friends tell me guys like girls shorter then them because they feel in charge. If I'm taller than them guess who feels in charge.

I read for a full hour until NCIS was done.

"Mae, go take a shower, it's way past bed time. And be quick, I want to get through."

I walked slowly up the stairs. I took a shower in five minutes which is a record for me. As I walked to my room I noticed that there was no loud music coming from Justin's room. I opened the door.

"Justin" I moaned. Justin wasn't even there. And to get out the front door you had to go past the TV room, were me and my mom had been.

"MOM!" I yelled, "I can't find Justin!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he's not here." Duh.

I heard my mom stomp up the stairs. As she came into Justin's room, we heard some banging outside.