Lacey growled slightly as her father kept lecturing her about how it was so bad to steal the frogs from her school; how it took alot of money and apologizing to allow her to even get the slightest of punishments. "Well, I hope this program changes you for the better; maybe you'll become more like Amelia-" His voice stopped dead in their tracks, she looked at him, eyes filled with anger. "Ya dad! How about that! I can just become some freaking perfectionist and be all goody-goody! Maybe you should just sell me off!!" She snarled as she threw her chewed gum at him; he twitched as it landed on his face and the car slightly screeched towards the right before he got back in the correct lane. Her father growled at her before pulling up to the mansion, taking the gum off of his face and placing it on his face, which in fact was red from anger. "Get out!" He growled as she stumbled out of the car with her beat-up duffel bag; she was wearing a blue tank top with regular jeans and originally white and now brown tennis shoes.

Her father rolled down his window and gave her the stink eye. "Remember, me and your mother are doing this for your own good. We both love you very much." He said, wiping off the wet spot on his face from where the gum was. "Don't call her my mother." She whispered as her father edged her to go up to the mansion; she already knew he didn't trust her until he saw her go inside, and he was right. At any given moment, she was about to make a run for it; but with him watching, she would most likely get caught. She growled loudly and rudely as she dragged her duffel bag up the hill to the gate of the mansion; but before she could even continue, she tripped and fell on her strapped of the duffel bag, flat on her face. "God dammit! I hate it! I hate this side walk! You should all go to hell! Your ruining this society!" She yelled at the side walk as she stomped to her feet and flew her bag over her shoulder, growling and mumbling under her breath like a dog with rabbis; once she got up to the door, she turned slightly around to see if her father was still there, which he was. Letting out an annoyed sigh, and slammed her fist against the door; almost punching it to relieve her stress before ringing the door bell more times then she should've or needed too.

Casey was sitting on the couch getting yelled at by her mother. "Casey I have had ebough of you! I just don't know what to do. So I called your father to come get you and take to a proper school." Casey jumped up off the couch when she heard that and she was not the least bit happy. "Mom you bitch! I'm not going anywhere with him or you!" she screamed.

Her mother was almost on the verge of tears now "How come your not a good girl? Why did you have to become some some......." her mom couldn't finish the sentence so Casey did "What mom? Some kind of what?" she yelled. Her mom looked at her and said "You know you are a disapointment to our family name! You are going to a school for manners where you will be taught how to be respectul." her mother said.

"Oh screw you mom I'm not going anywhere with you!" I yelled. Her mother looked at her tears were replaced with disappointment "I know you go anywhere with me that's why I called you father." right when her mom said that my dad came in. But I didn't even notice I pounced on my mom but before I could do anything my dad had me. "Casey that is enough!" he said wretching mr off him. I was so angry my dad had to grab me anf force me in the car. He went back in for the suitcase. I was breathing hard and my face was red when my dad came back in I looked at him "How could you and mom do this?" I asked. "It's for the best Casey." he said.

Casey punched the window "Screw you dad!" she said. The drive was long and quiet Casey sat in the back eyes on the road trying to calm down but she never did. Once they we're there her dad turned off the car "Godbye Case." he said. Casey didn't say by but she punched the back of his seat. And got out dhe ran up the steps to see another girl there "Great." she walked up the final steps and sighed seeing her father drive away. "I hate parents." she mummbled to herself. She sat down on the ground with a grunt and stared out on the drive way.

Leah was sitting in the passenger side of the car getting yelled at by her dad. " God Leah why cant you be more like your sister?! All you do is get in fights i cant bealive you broke that kids nose! What's wrong with you Leah!! God I cant wait to get you in that damn school so i don't have to deal with this anymore! " Leah huffed still looking out the window " Oh shut up already! he was a freaking senior for gods sake! Plus he pissed me off! " her father just shook his head " you made him cry! " he resorted anger still on his face. " OH WHATEVER!! your right i cant wait to get away from you guys even if it is to some retard school! And Why in hell's name would I wanna be like my goody-to-shoes sister! That's just freakin boreing! Screw you!! " she yelled jumping out of the car before grabbing her shoulder bag and old black duffel bag and stomping off without another word. I gotta make a run for it... she glanced around seeing as her dad was still watching her..that thought was thrown to the side.

Leah hated this, they were sending her to this stupid place because everything she did was wrong. she wore the wrong clothes and got into to many fights, failed all of her classes and skipped school. She sighed glancing down at herself, Leah only had on a black tank top, holey black jeans and black heelless boats and even with this outfit her parents got mad. Leah glared daggers at her dad, walked past a girl and started banging on the door like another girl. Her temper was getting the best of her and she was debating if she could kick the door down..

Enerik Smith finished playing his piano for his master and bowed, “I shall go get the mail my lord.” He said in a husky British voice. He briskly walked to the door,his posture impeccable. He opened the mansions door and went to the iron gate and unlocking it and reached into the mail box the London fog thick as usual. He pulled out a creamy manila envelope with a wax seal. He frowned and looked to who it was address. “ah…must be from the school.” He said as he picked up the newpaper and handed it to his lord. “I got a letter from that school I told you about…” he told him.

He broke the seal and saw in exquisite calligraphy.

Dear Sir Enerik Smith,
We are happy to inform you that you have been accept to teach in our school.
Enclosed is a paid ticket to our mansion.
We do hope you enjoy teaching here.
We will tell you who your student is when you arrive.

P.S.
Do enter through the back door. We do not want the students to be seeing you just yet.

He took out the tickets and bowed to his master, “My lord I shall be back in a months’ time. Until then the other house hold staff will take care of you.” He told him. His lord nodded, “take your time and be safe.” Enerik flashed him a smile, “I will be fine. If someone raises bloody hell I will return the favor.”
He got his stuff packed, including his violin, music books, clothes his fencing equpment and a few classic books.

He reached the airport and sighed as people stared at him, “it cannot be helped…” he thought, he was a sight of 6’4 and very slender, he wore his butler uniform almost everywhere. He handed his ticket to the stewardess and sat on the plane in first class.

When he arrived by taxi to the mansion he smiled and entered through the back, a banging filled the mansion and frowned deeply. “…I hate rude guests…I hope they stop their bloody racket…the curs need to learn manners soon it seems.” He muttered as he seemed unnaturally agitated. He sneered and ignored it for now as he explored and found the music room smiling as he found the piano and started to play his favorite song by memory, Chopins' Raindrops.

“You could be so pretty if you would just try” Dana Cassidy said, her blode curls moving back and forth in dispointment. She looked down at her oldest daughter and sighed. “Why can’t you just wear girl’s clothing? You are a girl Alexandra.” Alex scowled at her mother, a brief, bitter laugh escaping her mouth. She was perfectly aware of the fact that she was a girl. After all, she wasn’t stupid. Basic anatomy had never been a weak point of hers.

“Mom...” She put a hand to her face in frustration. “Why are you doing this? I’m not going to change who I am. I don’t want to” She ignored the woman’s expression; one of complete and utter annoyance. “I mean, you still have Lacey. She can be the good girl and I can be the screw up” But she knew the answer before it came. Her mom didn’t want little Lace ending up like Alex, a disappointment. She opened up the car door and finally stepped out, after about fifteen minutes of arguing.

The woman pursed her lips and closed her eyes for a second. “Sweetheart, just try... for me” Alex ignored the plea, rolled her eyes and went into the trunk, pulling out a small backpack. It held a few t-shirts and boy-shorts like she was wearing now. Plus some common necessities; toothbrush, comb, underwear, pocket knife.

“Bye mom. I’ll see you next month” She slammed the trunk shut loudly and watched the ancient white mini-van pull out, making a lot of noise as it did so. She decided against waving in response to her mother. Alex turned around once her mom was out of the driveway and looked at the house... no - mansion. “Wow, posh” she muttered, walking up to the walkway and glancing at the two girls who where already at the door, trying to get it open. However, instead of joining them she stayed back a few yards, waiting to be let inside and hoping not to be noticed.

Enerik winced as the door banging interupted his playing he slammed the keys down, "Bloody hell...can't a man play the piano in peace?" he muttered as he got up. He could not allow the banging any longer and decided to ignore the letter. He walked out the door and put his luggage in the music room for now. He then went to the main door where the infernal racket continued, he sighed and shook his head as he opened the door a crack, "May I help you or are you going to continue that infernal noise like some uncouth hooligan?" he asked crisply in his British accent. If there was one thing he hated, it was rude guest and this...woman fitted that list to a captial T, his blue eyes icy. He saw two other ladies behind the banging one and sighed shaking his head.

Leah kept banging and she was about to kick the door when it opened just a crack she was momentarily shocked into silence at the guy that was at the door. Her first thought was Whoa he's hot! and the second thought was They have a butler?? and the third thought was hehe...he said 'hooligan'....hehe.... her fist was still mid-way in the air but she let it fall to her side and she put back on her angry face. " I'm gonna bang on this door till you let me on so you better get used to it buddy. " she snapped pulling a cherry flavored lollypop from her pocket,throwing the wrapper in the yard and popping in her mouth before pulling out her headphones and ipod and turned on 'Fences' rather loudly so she could still hear it through the headphones were around her neck and not her ears. " So when can I come in and take a nap cause if I don't in before- " she checked her watch and growled - " 2:00PM i'm callin a taxi. " she glared daggers at the guy her arms crossed and she leaned on the door frame.

Enerik glared at her, "Are you going to pick up your trash miss?" he asked her, hissing the word 'miss' like he would a curse word. He had dealt with guests like this before and he hated it, "I am sorry to inform you but the 'taxi' as you call it here are only instructed to drop off people here. Not to pick them up." he told her coldly. "I will not allow rude guests in here." he told her sternly as he kept the chain on the door so she could not open it.

Leah burst out laughing which probely would seem weird to some people but she didn't care what this guy thought of her. " Either you let me in or I leave. The sooner you let me in the faster I'll be outta your hair. " she said running a hand through her blue black hair as a evil like grin crossed her face. " Unless you expect us to find our own way in..." she chuckled darkly as she pulled a pocket knife out and started to play with it like it was a normal toy, but she'd used knifes so many times before she could flip it in the air, catch it by the blade and not cut herself with it. Leah tapped her foot on the ground thinking of ways she could bust a window open or use her knifes to open up the door.

Enerik smiled almost sweetly, "very well then I wish you luck, the glass is reinforced and the doors made to prevent any such daft behavior from such a bugger like yourself." He started to close the door grabbing his rapier as he did so, just in case she tried any shanigans. "Oh and from what I heard this mansion is in a desolate location so I do doubt that you would be able to bumble over to civilazation." he spoke calmly and crisply, "now I suggest you pick up your trash." he told her as the door was now open only a sliver. "Cheerio! Oh I heard it will get as cold as a brass monkey tonight better keep your coat you git." he told her in a quite cheerful manner.

((Need translating his funny words. Ask. ^-^))

Samantha “Sam” Cain looked out the window of the taxi, resting her head against the cool glass as her step mother berated her. “Saman---” The red headed teen glared at the woman, cutting her off short “Sam. Not Samantha.” Her stepmother rolled her eyes “Alright Sam” The blonde haired step mother said Sam's nickname almost like a curse. “This is for your own good, you need to learn how to act like a lady, how to speak properly.” Samantha was barely paying attention, her pale digits rubbing her temple. Man was she hung-over...and bruised, heaven forbid she forgot her bruises. “Yeah yeah, so I can marry into a good rich f-ing family and that way you can leech off of me for the rest of your miserable life. Just like you are did to dad, but he didn't have a lot of money to start with.” She snarled out, her head was throbbing and her temper was short today.

“SAMANTHA ANN CAIN THAT IS ENOUGH! I love your father dearly and he loves me. And all these fights you have been getting into, and the drinking. You are disappointing him and me.” The pretty blonde yelled at her, which only aggrivated the hungover teen. “Shut up already! God it is bad enough that I am hungover but now I have to listen to you prattle on like an annoying twit.” Sam roared at the woman, pounding her hand against the glass as the taxi pulled to a stop. “It will be good to get away from you for awhile, but if my dad is dead by the time I get back, you can bet your greedy ass I will tell the police to look at you.” She said as she flung open the door, swinging her ratty backpack over her shoulders as she walked over to the mansion. Her green and brown eyes looked over the area, spotting the other people as she walked over to the place, looking over the other girls. Ugh...they were so...noisy. Her head was throbbing and she quickly ran over to the rose bushes, emptying her stomach into them. She pulled out some tissues from her back pack and wiped her mouth before heading towards the door that didn't seem to occupy the space of a british butler and knocked on the door. “Hey. Open up.”

Marcus had just gotten back from a nice trip to the mountains and finished cleaning off. He had spent the preceding three days living in the mountains and doing some training. After he cleaned himself off, he went to check his mail. He found a very formal letter, informing him that he had been accepted for the position at the mansion institute. "Well, off we go again." He said cheerfully to himself. He packed his clothes and a shaving kit and headed over to the airport. A taxi brought him to the back of the mansion. As he got off the plane and into a taxi, he wondered how the month would go. Teaching etiquette to some people should be interesting. It would probably be the challenge of his lifetime, he thought to himself with a laugh. As the taxi dropped him off behind the mansion he gazed up and shrugged. Well there was no point just sitting around thinking about it. He would never know how this would go unless he actually went inside. He opened the rear door of the mansion, saw a man playing a piano, another teacher perhaps? After wondering around for a moment, he found his room and dropped his bag and shaving kit. He heard a loud banging on the front door. "Ah it would seem the students are arriving" he hummed to himself. He walked out to the front door and saw the teacher, who was dressed as a butler at the door. He had the door opened but still chained. It would appear the girl on the other side was playing with a knife. This would be an interesting month indeed. He started talking to the other teacher. "Greetings, I am Marcus Flint, I presume you are a teacher as well and this girl is a student? I guess we might as well let her in. No use in a school without students now is there?"

German Petro warmed his cold hands above the fireplace. It may not be winter but was Russia...and it was cold. His breaths formed small colds as the air escaped his lips. Out of all the days why did the power have to go out today? He cursed his luck before he looked at the letter on the small oak table. He hadn't had the light to read by before, but now....now he should be able to read it in the warm glow of the fire. His finger shook a little as he tore open the top, his strange lavender eyes reading the words.

Dear German Petro,
We have received your resume and we must say that we are rather impressed with your application. We are happy to inform you that you have been accepted to teach dance. Please keep in mind that these girls are apparently rather unruly so be as strict with them as you need.”

German Petro couldn't help but smile, though he was sad to leave his home, he was glad for the chance to teach a living art form to a new batch of students. He quickly packed his clothes, and music notes before getting to the airport for the long felt there.

He soon arrived at the mansion, looking at the girls through the window before instructing the driver to go around back to drop him off. German tipped the driver before walking through the back door with a natural grace, his suitcase dragging behind. He spotted two other teachers and gave them a small smile. “Good day.” The Russian said, his english carried his thick accent. “Shall ve let them in? Or shall the roses wait outside until they lose their thorns?”

Casey was getting annoyed that the damn teacher butler person wouldn't let them in. She sighed and stood up and finally looked around at the other girls. She shrugged and looked at the clouds Oh, a bunny she thought to herself. She smiled remembering she had snuck a pack of cigarettes in her suit case. She took them out and grabbed the matches in her pocket. She took one of her cigarettes and lit it, she smiled as she inhaled the smoke she let out threw her nose. The smoke was calming her down....... at least a little that is. She put the matches and cigarettes back in her pockets. She flicked the ashes on the ground and wondered if any of these girls smoked too. Well if they did she had enough for all them but defiantly not for a month. She sighed taking another drag of her cigarette.

Leah grinned at the other teacher and pointed the knife I both of them while talking "Heyy I like them! " she chuckled and flipped the knife catching it, closeing it and put it in her back pocket grin still in place. " Hey so look Mr. Butler dude, It's really hot put here and you have the door open so I say the sooner were- " Leah pointed to the other girls "- all in side the sooner you can shut the door SO-" in one fast movement she pushed the door open as far as it could go, ducked through the opening and unhooked the door swinging it open "-Ladys, welcome to hell would you care to join me in burning for a month? " she grinned and bowed to the girls as they entered. After everyone was inside she slammed the door shut and turned to the teachers. " Where's my room? " was the first thig she asked and..." when's dinner? " was the second.

Enerik kept his rapier by his side as he turned to face the man bowing politely his right hand touching his left shoulder politely, "Good day Sir, and yes I am a teacher here, my name is Enerik Smith, and you are?" he asked. He sighed as he mentioned opening the door. "Not until she puts away the weapon...I do not think a knife is approiate in here..." he commented seeing one girl throw up in the bushes. "...this month will be a a challenge I fear I will be more of a baby minder than a tutor..." he said sadly shaking his head. He bowed to the Russian, glancing outside he saw the girl smoking and with a quick reflex one would expect from a fencer, and he was, he pierced the cigerette and pulled inside as he put it out, "I will not all anyone smoking a fag here." he sternly stated it seemed he hated them. He turned to the teachers and sighed shaking his head a bit, "Fine we shall let them in I suppose..." He muttered, but the girl it seemed had just opened it. the door, "No smoking in here, and no knife." he told her holding his hand out for both the carton and her knife, "The rest of you need to hand over anything that is...illegal including fags, guns, knives and that lot." he told the others. As she barged past him asking for dinner he sighed, "I have not started making it." he told her his eyes still cold he did not take offense being called a butler that was what he was, merely a butler, but a devil of a good one at that.

((Edited and yes, yes I had to put the black butler phrase in here.))

((So I do not get into trouble I am using fags like the british use them not to insult!))

Eva Nyx

"Honey, Please understand..." The soft voice of her mother had reached her, but the female sitting across of them didn't react at all. She stared straight at the table, an earphone in one of her ears, blasting the newest lady gaga song as she traced her finger along the wood of the table. Her freshly dyed white hair had only shifted slightly at the bob of her head, seeing as it was also had been cut into short, cute pixie. "Eva..?" Her mother had called out to her a bit, but she didn't react. She didn't like what they were saying to her so she was ignoring it, she wasn't going to do what they wanted anyway.. Eva then picked at a scab on her chocolaty arms, she was always rough housing with her best buds, all guys--shocker-- who were more family then hers ever were. As she was reminiscing about how and when she got the scar, her dad, angered, slammed his big hefty hands against the table, causing it to shake as Eva's hazel eyes snapped up to meet her fathers who mirrored her own. Those beautiful hazel hues with hints of jade were filled with absolute anger as he yelled. "Dammit Eva! Listen when we're speaking to you! Your going to this school whether you like it or not! We're not gonna have failures in this family, so be like your older siblings!"

At this, Eva's eyes sadden but only for a moment before she rolled them and scoffed. "And look where that got them." She muttered, harsher then she was going for but it did it's job. Her parents stopped in their tracks and complete guilt filled their faced. Eva had 3 older brothers and 1 older sister, all of them were pressured to be perfect and like good little children, they obeyed. But when the scolding and the pushing got to intense... Her oldest sister, Ana, and her second oldest brother, Aaron, both committed suicide. Each tragic in their very own way. Her older brother actually tried to keep making their parents proud, but after awhile he snapped too. He's now in rehab. Eva hasn't heard from him much since.

"Get your things" Her fathers harsh voice was the only thing that broke the silence. Eva stayed put. She didn't want to go so she wasn't gonn- "I said GET YOUR THINGS" Her father roared, and in one motion, he reached over and took her by her upper arm, yanking her to her feet and roughly bringing her to her room after a few protest whimpers and almost knocked her off her feet as he pushed her into the room. "You have 10 minutes." Then he was gone, and Eva's eyes started to burn as she started flinging things into her old duffel bag she's had since she became interested in sports and band. When her father was like that, it meant business, and even she--despite her past and behavior--knew when enough was enough

After a few minutes she was done, even deciding to change as she put on a pain of baggy, hippie like jeans and a form fitting tank top that was made to look like an ocean with all it's shades of blues, even added white specks to represent birds in the distance. She grunted and hoisted her stuff onto her shoulder before filing down silently down the stairs and straight past her parents, making sure to visibly avoid her mother's embrace as she walked out ahead to the car. After some awkward moments of silence and muttered insults, they were on their way. It didn't take much until she was dropped off, and without even much of a glance back at her father, she hopped out and slammed the door as hard as she could behind her, making the glass rattle as she heard her father screaming after her but her face was void of emotion. She learned that trick long ago from her oldest brother, John. It's better if people think you don't care about anything. It's what she stick by and it's helped her through the worst times.

Eva eyed the school silently and thought back to what her parents had told her about their reasons why they wanted her to be here. One was because they wanted her to act like all girls should- then used girls from her old school as example and she snorted and gave a laugh. They had pretty much just told her to sleep around and be bitches to everyone. It's outrages, she thought, I can be a damn good lady whenever I want. She thought, walking up the school as she hugest belch escaped her, and she let it out loud and proud, even dragging it out to get it all out as she paused before continuing once it was finished. Yup, whenever I want.

She had looked around and noticed some of the girls arriving and honestly, they didn't seem like much 'bad girls' who get sent here. Sure, she thought, they probably yell and whine to their parents but honestly..? She had even thought that some were just acting out because they could and thought it would make them 'cooler' or whatever kids are getting in their heads these days. She gave a slight shake of her head at that thought, sometimes she swore she had an old soul, just because she was bad didn't mean she was stupid, she was pretty wise with advice or anything really, debating and creativity and people were her specialty. "Hm, guess I'll see.." She said, referring to her earlier thoughts about the school filled with mostly 'posers' but, as she once learned in forensic science class, 'Assume Nothing'. So she was going to gather her facts and get a feel before labeling them in her mind on who to avoid... or mess with.

She gave a tiny grin to herself, flipping her bangs out of her face as she continued on her journey into the school.

(Hopefully, this catches me up a little?)

Casey went in and when the dude put his hand for her carton of cigarettes she looked like he had some kind of disease. She looked at her pocket then his hand and back to he pocket. Why start acting nice now? she thought to herself. "Yeah no. I'm not giving you my cigarettes or fags as you call them." she said. She looked one girl and smiled "Yeah when is dinner? I'm starving." she said.

Enerik looked at the other teachers almost for help, "I don't know...do you think we should make them dinner or send them to their rooms without any?" he asked them with a sigh, "I frankly think that since they are so full of energy they can wait, not get any or learn to cook themselves..." he said as he sheathed his rapier in his belt. He glared at Casey, "I also think that ones who disobey the rules shouldn't eat and should be punished." he said to them crossing his arms, it was obvious that he hated rude guests like her. he had a strict upbringing and learned his manners from his father, rest his soul.

Leah laughed at him like he was crazy as she pulled out her knife and stuck it in her bra as she glared at him.. " You'll have to either reach and get it or wait and pry it from my cold dead hands. " she snapped and crossed her arms and turned to the other girl grinning before turning on her heel and heading up staires " that's fine i can cook smart ass. Girls follow me I'm sure we can find our rooms on our own. " she huffed and headed to the staries her bags over her shoulders and the music still blareing now playing ' wherever I may Roma ' and Lollypop still in her mouth.

Samantha staggered into the house, swaying a bit on her feet as her headache got worse. Yep. Drank way to much last night. She looked at the butler in front of her and let out a gasp, her strange eyes looking at the Hellsing tattoo on her hand then back at the man in the doorway. “HOLY SH*T! YOU ARE YOUNG WALTER! WHERE IS ALUCARD AND INTERGA!” She yelled out before wincing in pain. Yelling...yelling was not good. Her stomach lurched before she moved to the corner and sat down, trying to soothe her headache. “I don't have anything illegal Walter." Her voice was almost sad, she didn't have time to pack her booze, knife, or knuckles. She did have her silver flask but that is empty. All that was in her back pack were two sketch books, one almost done and one new, a few clothes, and pencils.

German had just about enough of these girls. They were rude, vile and disgusting. He walked over to the one causing all the ruckus, staring down at her from his height of 6 foot 5 inches, a foot taller then her. His cold eyes pierced right into her as he blocked her path, and the stairway that lead to the girls rooms. He didn't even say anything to her, just effectively cut her path way up. He couldn't be bothered to waste his words on her, she didn't deserve to be spoken too as a human if all she was going to do was act like an animal. And then...then he ignored her, turning his attention toward his fellow teacher, the one who asked for his name. “German Petro.” he responded, bluntly, though he pronounced it as hairMAHN. His accented voice was soft the belayed his cold attitude.

Casey was torn she didn't know what to do. She wanted food but she didn't want to give away her cigarettes but thenagain she didn't want to get in trouble either. Food or truoble? Food or trouble? Food or trouble? she thought to herslef. She knew if she gave her cigarettes to the teacher she would probally get bitched at by that one girl. She sighed and decided she was in enough trouble for one day. But maybe tomorrow she can be herself again, but right now she wanted to eat and sleep she didn't want to get yelled at anymore it was tiring, plus her throat hurt so she couldn't yell back. She took the cigarettes out of her pockets and handed them to the butler dude.

Leah grower as her hand twitched to the knife in her bra and her eyes narrowed as she glared at the guy in front of her. "Move." Leah all but snarled at him her song switching to 'live free or let me die' by skillet and the music filled the room they all stood in. In a way it was braking the silence when she got a rather brilliant idea. She sighed and turned to who the girl with the hang over called 'walter' and bowed her head slightly " I'm sorry. But try to understand how we all feel about our parents shipped us off to a mansion filled with random- " hot "-guys from all over the world so we can be more like the child they want k? So I'm goin to bed. Wake me for dinner k? " Leah said deracting the last part to the girls before going up the staires to find her room.