Rex slammed her mom's car door. "Dammit! Why the freakin' hell we gotta live here?!" She disregarded her mother as she walked over to the house. "It's freaking huge! Geez...I need a smoke."

She sighed. Her mother finally gets married, and it's to some random, rich punk with absolutely no sense of coolness.

Whatever. His kids are probably snobs with no sense of Rock or Pop.

Idiots. She didn't care she hadn't met anyone yet. She hated them all. She sighed again, and plopped down in a pool chair. She pulled out her smokes from her pocket, lit one, and sighed as the nicotine calmed her. "Aah, now that's wonderful..." She looked up as a shadow passed a window. She scowled; not her siblings. The dorks of her stepfamily.

Life...sucked. She drew in a deep breath of smoke again, tipping the ashes onto the ground, knowing no one would dare yell at her. She was too hardcore supposedly. She needed a Bloody Mary. Her boots felt odd, so she stuck one foot up. Huh, a rock? She threw it, and howled in laughter as it skipped across the freaking pool. She pulled her tank down a little. It said "Don't worry; I won't bite..." and on the back it stated "it's not lunchtime yet...:D" Yep. Her favorite saying of all time.

The hum of his motorcycle filled Adam's ears as he drove close behind his father's car with the rest of his younger siblings inside. Five hours ago he almost had a heated argument with his father about leaving. Moving to this new house wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have to leave all his good friends behind, especially some of the girls he was close to. He took was using this time on his motorcycle to be alone, calm down a bit, and to think to himself. After five hours, there hadn't been any improvement. The 18 year old was still angry and disappointed in the sudden change that it would probably take longer than a day or so to get over it.

His anger seemed to melt away once the new home came into view. It was a beast of a house, almost reminding Adam of a mansion. It wasn't quite that big, but it was by far the largest house the Adam's family had ever owned. His bike glided down the driveway and he pulled himself to a stop, right next to his father's car. Taylor, the second oldest Andrews kid, was the first one out. Like Adam, she wasn't too happy about the move. Then again, Adam didn't think any of the Andrews children were happy about any of this, especially the thought of a new step mother and a couple more siblings that they had nothing in common with.

Adam pulled his black motorcycle helmet off his head and placed it on the handles, letting his long blond hair fall back in place over his ears. Despite being miserable and down in the dumps, he appeared to be happy and moderately excited to see the new house and even the new family pulling in behind him. It was an emotional mask, something he had learned in football. He didn't say anything to the Wilson family, just gave a quick nod in the direction of their car and then peeked inside his father's own vehicle.

His major concern was the seven year old Andrews child, Rebecca, who was sitting in the back seat. "Becky," he called her as he grabbed his bags and threw them over his shoulder, "need help bringing in your things or can you handle it?" The other girls were old enough to take care of their own stuff, so Adam didn't bother worrying about them.

Rex looked up as she saw her new stepfamily's little kids exit the van. Bad image smoking is for little kids. She put it out on the concrete, smushing it with her heel.

She waved slightly at the little kids, then trudged inside. Man, this place was huge! What was her mom thinking?! Oh, that's right, she was in love...ugh.

Rex shivered. It was cold in here. She climbed upstairs to the bedrooms and took the first one she came to. She opened it. A small, but cozy bed, a wardrobe that was NOT pink, a little vanity mirror she might give one of her sisters. Maybe April. Didn't she like those things?

She opened the wardrobe up. No bad things in this wardrobe. Cool. Let's see...what could she put up? Oh, she didn't bring her stuff. eh, whatever.

She took the bedding off the bed, wadded it up, wrote "For Sale" on a piece of cardboard, and placed both objects outside the door. 'Hmm...I need to know this is MY room.'

She took a black marker from her pocket and wrote on a white-board. She glued it on her door. It read "Rex's room. Enter at risk, touch at caution, and don't come near." Wicked. She drew a little martini in the corner. Mmm...bloody Mary.

She went downstairs and saw April. "Hey, Apri, you like vanity mirrors?"

Adam couldn't help but smile as the youngest of the Andrews scurried off towards the house, singing his name. Taylor had been like that once, if not a little crazier. Strapping his own bags to his back to free up his hands, he grabbed three small sized suitcases, all were pink and covered in stickers. One said "Rebecca," the other said, "Becky," and the third said, "Becster." The 18 year old smirked, realizing little Becky had several other nicknames.

"Let's go Candice," he called to the last remaining sibling in the car, "hurry up before the 'other' family hogs the rooms."

He looked like one of those military grunts who carried all the equipment for the real fighters, like marines or Navy S.E.A.L.S, several bags hanging off his back and slipping between his fingers as he entered the house. He dropped his bags and delivered Becky's belongings to the top of the stairs so she wouldn't miss them when she came out of her room. Heading back down to grab his own bags, he spotted two of the other kids...his step sisters. He didn't smile at them. He didn't even wave. All he gave was a quick two fingered salute acknowledging that they were there, then headed down to the basement with his bags.

Adam had made plans with his father to put his room downstairs in the basement, which actually wasn't a basement at all. There were three rooms two it. The first one he entered had a hardwood floor with a small couch and a T.V. for the kids. Continuing on past this was a room that Adam and his father had mixed together to make a living room and a kitchen. One side had a flatscreen, two sets of long white couches, and his xbox 360 connected the flatscreen. A counter, refrigerator, microwave, and a tiled floor all rested together towards the left of the room. And the very last room in the basement was Adam's bedroom. It was the smallest one in the house with very little room to move around it, but the other two rooms he had made up for it.

Feeling too lazy to unpack, he tossed his bags onto his bed, grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and then sprawled out on the couch. His finger pressed a button on the flatscreen remote and the T.V. came to life. "Guess this isn't so bad..." Adam said quietly to himself, sipping the soda.

Candice opened the car door and climbed out of the passenger seat. She hadn't wanted to sit so close to her back stabbing father but she was the last one to get to the car that morning and it was the only seat opened. During the whole ride over she was silent and didn't look at her father once, she just stared out the window thinking about all the friends she was leaving. She knew that her father knew that she didn't want to move and it was written on her face, not as if she wanted to hide it. Candice sighed as she looked through the window at there new house. She had to admit it was a nice looking house, she slammed the car door closed. Then looked at the car behind theirs it was the Wilson's car, she rolled her eyes in hatred. She understood and knew that her father would re-marry someday she didn't suspect him to be single forever, but she didn't think that her would "for in love with" some free-loader who had a bunch of messed up drugged up kids. She thought he had higher standards then that, she went to the back of the car and got her things out of the trunk after seeing her three sister Taylor, Rebecca and Rhiannon. She swung one bag over her shoulder and pulled the other.

When she got in the house she immediately went up the stairs to the second floor. She walked around looking threw each door until she found a room she liked. It was at the end of the hall the opposite direction of Taylor's room. The walls of the room where painted in a light sky blue, the floor was marble and a cream color. She walked over to the closet to see if it was the right size to fit all of her clothes and shoes. Good thing for it was she put the bag that went over her shoulder on the bed and laid the suitcase she had pulled upstairs on the floor. She slammed her room door shut and locked it just to make sure she didn't have to worry about seeing anyone, she wasn't in the mood to make friends and pretend to be one big happy family. Her room had a medium size balcony she walked over and pulled the door open to get some air in the room, then she got down on her knees and began unpacking her suitcase.

An instant after the car pulled to a halt, Jackson had slipped out of it and pulled out his lighter, quickly lighting up a cigarette. The car ride had been a mixture between awkward silence and his mother warning them to be on their best behavior. Jack had tuned most of it out with his iPod, but it had still put him into a bad mood. Now, the inhaled smoke was putting him at ease, but barely. He lingered behind the car for a few minutes before dropping the cigarette and crushing it with his foot. After pulling his backpack out of the trunk, he trudged towards the house, not bothering to pull the ear buds out of his ear. He didn’t want to talk to any of these people, and by appearing like he was listening to music, he felt like it wouldn’t be a problem.
The new siblings came into view; a bunch of girls and then a guy who walked briskly down the stairs. Jack spotted April and Rex and gave them a nod of the hello type of hello, before continuing up the stairs. There weren’t many bedrooms left to choose from, but Jackson happily found one far from his parents’ room and decided that it was a good enough reason to claim it for him. He dropped his bag on the floor before flopping down onto the bed that sat neatly in the corner of the room. Glancing around, he knew that the room was never going to stay as clean as it was now, but it only made him smile. Leaning back further, he turned up his iPod and shut his eyes, happy to be in his own world once again.

Bridgette was excited to move. She didn’t have many friends in her old neighborhood because of her family’s horrible reputation, and there was a large age difference between her and her older siblings, so being promised another kid around her age had made her behave for the car ride. Now though, as she watched the man steal her mother’s attention and her siblings file off in their own directions, she was beginning to rethink the positivity of the situation. She followed her siblings’ actions by picking up her small bag and carrying it into the house, before walking up the stairs and searching for an open room. It was small, but because of the blue walls, Bridgette was content with it and she quickly slid her clothes into the dresser and began to align her stuffed animals on the bed.

Candice had finished unpacking her suitcase her clothes where in the dressers and her shoes in the closet. She laid back on her bed staring up at the ceiling. Her thoughts lead her back to the memory of her mother she just couldn't seem to figure out how things went so wrong. She was close to her mom and when her mother left them that became one of the reasons she had closed her family out. Her eyes began to tear up so she pushed the memory to the far back of her mind, her mother was no longer here and she had to accept that now she had to deal with mommy number two. She hoped this women didn't think she was just going to marry her father and bring her drug infested children into her family and think its going to be just a walk in the park. Candice opened the bag that was still on her bed. It held pictures of old friends, her laptop and other things that Candice had to decorate her room, but first thing was first she un-folded a poster she had made after finding out about the move. The poster said in big capital letters "CANDICE ROOM KEEP OUT OR PAY THE PRICE !!" she smiled at the sign. Now everyone would no who room this would and no one should have a reason for opening it. She looked through the bag until she found a gray roll of duck tape she rose from the bed holding the poster in one hand and the duck tape in the other. She unlocked her door and went out into the hallway and taped up the poster then she threw the duck tape on the floor outside the door and went back into her room slamming the door just as she did before and locking it again, just in case her new step siblings couldn't read. She went back to the bag and took out her laptop.

Rex rolled her eyes and followed April. "Yes, stupid thing's in my room, come get it whenever."

She went past Candace's room, laughing slightly. What a "sweet" sign. She sighed. Might as well make friends with the other kids...or maybe not!

She chuckled quietly. Basements usually had wine or something alcoholic in 'em, right?

She hadn't had a drink in a while, spending her time around her mom with the other older kids, trying (unsuccessfully) to talk her out of it.

She needed something good.

She trudged into the kitchen first, opening the fridge, then the freezer. She opened the cabinents. Nope, none there. Crud.

She sighed. What would a girl have to do around here for a drink? To the basement!

She opened the door a little bit, making no noise. She spied a small bed in there. 'How silly...kids actually living in the basement. Oh, well maybe there's hope for 'em yet.'

She quietly shut the door...unfortunatly, there was a boy on a bed. Crud. She saw him turn on the TV. Huh, not one of her brothers. She waved slightly. "Yo."

Candice went online after turning on and having her laptop load up. She went on her aim then facebook looking at pictures and friends from back where she use to live. Candice sighed and laid back on the bed she didn't see what she could have possibly done to deserve this.She closed the laptop and turned on the plasma tv that hung on the wall. She turned to BET and turned the tv up high enough that she couldn't hear anything outside her room. While the music played from the tv she went back to her bag and took out picture frames and posters that she started to hang up around her room. When she finished she went out to the balcony where she could still here the music from inside her new room. She leaned against the white gate that kept her from falling down and hitting her face on the ground.The breeze from outside blew through his blonde hair gently she had to say even thought she really didn't want to move and wished she was back home, this house wasn't half bad. It was actual better than the family's old house.She wanted to go explore the rest of the house but her want to not see her new siblings made her stay in her room, well out on the balcony.

((I'm in the second room on the couch with the flat screen, Earthen lol...))

Nothing was on at first. No cartoons, no cops or robber shows, and not even a boring soap opera was on. Everything seemed to be about the news or some boring song that a new 13 year old singer came up with. Singers like that never lasted, so Adam never found shows involving them interesting. But finally, he found something.

The scene focused on a black guy in a heavy jacket. "The V's have the upper hand in this. We can't do this alone." It was Ryan, a former member of the Fifth Column in the T.V. show "V." He was one of Adam's favorite characters on the show. Just then, as Adam was about to finish off his drink, he caught a glimpse of someone in the doorway just past his head.

Immediately what he saw in front of him was a punk girl who might of had a little too much to smoke. She wasn't exactly a druggie by her looks, but the smell of smoke gave it all away. Adam actually couldn't help but look her up and down, not making it obvious but just to take in the full effect of who was going to be his newest sibling. So far, he didn't like what he saw. She was definitely a punk girl with probably a tough, "get out of my way" attitude to match. Adam couldn't help but think that she would actually be pretty cute if it wasn't for the crappy clothes, smokey smell, and then rebellious expression she seemed to carry on her face.

"Yo." She said with a wave.

Adam slowly raised his soda as a "Hello" not wanting to say anything. But since she had caught him downstairs he didn't want to be too rude to her before he even figured out who she was. Although, he already had a good guess. "Rachael?" He asked, hoping he was right. The description of Rachel Erica Wilson that father had given him matched this girl perfectly, so he wasn't too nervous in getting the name wrong.

((oops, sorry ^^;))

Rex shook her head. "Sorry, Soda boy. My name's Rex...pleased...to meet you?" She shrugged. Not so sure on the proper introductions. "Don't know you, what's your name?"

She looked around while waiting for him to answer.In the room, some kinda TV show called...V? Ok...that's a little odd to be named Five, but hey, who was she to judge the cofines off people's boring minds?

Some kinda game console. An...Xbox? Eh, whatever. White couches...boring. Maybe she could convince this pretty-boy to spill some blue or black paint on them.

Fridge, boring colors, boring...everything! She sighed, taking a cig and lighting up. She puffed once. "You wanna try one?" She knew he would say no, but the pretty-kids expressions when she asked always made her laugh, especially at her old school. They usually told the teacher, but hey; what could they do? She cut class, didn't get good grades, she wasn't their problem. Whatever. She was fine with that. "Go ahead; it's not bad after the first lungful. Promise."

Candice begun to get hungry had avoid breakfast as her way of avoiding her father but now that was coming back to bite her in the butt. She put her hand to her stomach as a grumbling sound came from it. Well now she had no choice but to come into contact with the others. She sighed her plan was to go it something to eat later on tonight when most of them where either sleeping, staying business in there rooms or her trying to sneak out of the house to smoke or get some drugs. The last thought had come into her mind just by thinking of her new step siblings. She stretched and decided she would make this quick just go out pop something into the microwave and come back to her room to eat in peace. She walked back into her room from the outside and shut the balcony door then she muted the tv and exited her bedroom closing the door shut behind her. She walked down the spiral staircase then searched through the large house until she found the kitchen. She opened the fridge and found nothing she could make in the amount of time she wanted to be back in her room so she closed it and opened the freezer. She saw that there were some microwaveable pizza and decided she would eat that. She took the pack of pizzas out of the freezer and put it on the counter, then she walked over to the cabinets and opened each one till she found the plates. She walked back over to the counter and laid the plate down then opened the pizza pack and put one on the plate. She returned the rest of the pack to the freezer and put the frozen pizza into the microwave for three minutes. She jumped onto to the counter and looked around the kitchen waiting for her pizza to finish.

"Sorry, Soda boy. My name's Rex...pleased...to meet you?" she said, and Adam found that his assumption about her attitude was pretty much correct. "Don't know you, what's your name?"

"Adam." he answered, training his eyes back onto the T.V. He was now done talking to her. His assumptions about her were correct and now he wished for her to leave, feeling no longer comfortable with her stinking up the room. However, she didn't move, and probably wouldn't unless she got absolutely bored talking to him.

He almost wanted to punch her in the face when she suddenly lit a cigarette. He had absolutely no trouble with them and even wanted to try one himself, but down here in his basement area? For now he could cope with it, but if she started making a habit of lighting those up and making his rooms smell bad he'd have to have a talk with her.

"You wanna try one?" she asked. At first Adam didn't answer, sipping his soda and just looking at her. "Go ahead; it's not bad after the first lungful. Promise."

Finally, he spoke up. "No thanks. I'm not fond of cancer." He finished the soda and tossed it into the trash can next to him. Keeping his eyes on the T.V. again, eager to see more of the blond headed V girl, he made his way to the refrigerator and grabbed another drink. He kinda smirked, then grabbed another for Rachael.

"Want one of these? Cancer free." he didn't wait for an answer. He tossed the drink into her direction and then popped his open, heading back to the couch.

As the microwave beeped Candice could her father voice “Kids! Wilsons and Andrews; all of you! We need you in the living room!” Candice rolled her eyes her plan was to avoid the new kids for as long as possible but thanks to her father she was going to have to be near them quicker than she thought. She took her plate out of the microwave and put it on the counter she hated her father and wanted to just go up to her room lock the door and ignore him until he and her new step mommy got a divorce but with that voice she knew she better not mess with him. She opened up the fridge and got out a can of soda, after closing the fridge back she picked up her plate in her other hand and walked to the living room as slowly as possible. She sat down in the arm chair she laid her can of soda by her feet and placed the hot plate on her lap. She had no idea what this was about but she wished she would have brought her i-touch down her with her. She bit into her pizza as she waited for the other kids to show up, her faced showed her pissed off and annoyed feeling.