I slowly open my eyes as the racket from our alarm clock penetrates my once relaxed and undisturbed sleep. I look at the clock, 6:00 am. I reach for the snooze but I find that someone else beat me to it. "Stupid clock, I need...more..." Snores greet me from the opposite end of the room. My sister Faye is cuddled with her blankets, seeming to try and hold to the warmth that they seem to give off. Her bright blue hair is a mess around her face as she tries to slumber on.

  With a groan I get up. I know I have to, otherwise I'll be in for a treat with my brother. I stretch my long, slender legs and head off to my dresser. I feel for my worn wooden drawer in the dresser and blindly pick out some jeans and a shirt that I hope will match. I head off to the bathroom to get changed and hopefully tame the rat's nest that's on my head.

  As I'm getting dressed in our dimly lit bathroom, I hear a screech and obscenities that cover our apartment like snowflakes on a winter's day. I guess Faye's up then. I hear the roar of Jasper's voice as he tells Faye yet again why we have to obey the sound of the alarm clock for what seems like the millionth time.

  I roll my eyes and start to brush my dark brown hair with bright purple highlights. Faye's idea. Speaking of which, she almost rips the door open and glares at me. Her soaking blue hair, pink tank top and green grinch pajama bottoms seem to make her bright red irises all the more angrier. Her tanned face turns to the mirror and glares as she asks in a voice dripping with venom, "Who gave Jasper the authority to pour ice-cold water, I mean ICE-COLD water on us if we don't wake up? I should teach him a lesson, one that will make him dearly pay."

  Faye continues on mumbling to herself as I quickly hurry to finish brushing my hair, teeth, and putting on makeup as to not be the victim of her wrath. I exit the bathroom and walk to the kitchen to see Jasper making some toast. He looks at my outfit and says with a smirk on his face, "Did you even look at yourself before you came out of the bathroom?"

  I look down and realize that I had Faye's multicolored striped pants on with my black and white polka dotted shirt on my figure. "Come on!" Jasper's laughter follows me as I bolt into my bedroom to grab a pair of jeans that I own. I have no idea why Faye's stuff would be in my drawer, but I hurriedly grab some red ripped skinny jeans and put them on as a replacement to the circus pants that my sister seems to adore.

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  I race back to the bathroom, since I forgot my phone in there, and I look at the mirror. I see a pale, muscular, tall girl with freckles sprinkling her nose and just below her eyes. Her brown hair with almost neon purple highlights seem to complement her bright green eyes. That girl in the mirror is me. My name is Audrey. I am one of the devil's children so I came into the world from the war in Iraq. That started fifteen years ago, so surprise, I'm fifteen. 

  My sister, Faye, darts into the bathroom and grabs my arm, "We need to go, come on!" Since she's my sister, she was also "born" from a war, the War on Terror to be specific. Her war had the United States and the United Kingdom teamed up against terrorist operations from Russia and India. She's seventeen and has bright blue hair with red eyes that seem to flash when she's angry.

  We both almost sprint out of the bathroom, I grab my backpack and volleyball bag, and then start to exit the door. "Kick some butt at practice, okay?" That's my brother, Jasper. He has slick black hair and is always wearing a suit. He's a lawyer, but I think that he believes that he can never step out of it, even when he's at home. His piercing brown eyes can succumb almost anybody into turning to his side. He probably got that quality from Dad.

  Anyways, Jasper's from the United States Invasion of Panama. He's twenty-nine and promising that he will somehow start a war doing something. I don't know the details but he said something about World War III? I don't know, but it seems like that's everyone's goal these days.

  I race out the door and look back at our small apartment before I head down the block towards the bus. Once I board the bus, I start thinking about my unfinished math assignment. The bus is chugging along down the road, driving past the beautiful scenery of Logan, Utah. The Logan Temple, the University here, and seeing the rest of the valley. The bus stops at the expanded brown brick building also called Logan High School.

  I step out of the bus, looking at the crowds of students congregating with friends, talking about what has happened since the previous day at school. I walk inside and roam around the halls. Students, advertisements, and cellphones litter the hall. This is where friendships are made and ended, tears are shed, laughter is heard, and snores show up in almost every class. In my life, this is where school begins.