My dad walked in the house, he wasn't in the mood. I could tell because I didn't get my daily piggyback ride, or he didn't play with my brothers or goof around with us. He just walked in and went straight to his room. My mom seemed to have sensed it from the kitchen because she went straight after him, leaving us behind confused. My brothers went to their room to play video games and wait for dinner. Me on the other hand...well...the voices were talking again. You know how people have emotions that control them? Well I believe that there are people in their heads that are the emotions. Sounds crazy right? I know it does, and sometimes I think it is, but I hear them, plain as day. They even have names for each other. MM is my love and joy, Jackie is my fear and sadness, and Martzia is my anger and disgust. MM takes my name for my accounts, Jackie is my middle name and Martzia is well, my full first name. But like I said, they started talking.

Jackie:What's wrong with dad, he seemed tensed, it's scaring me...

MM:Nah, I'm sure it's nothing, I'm sure everything is okay!

Martzia:Something is wrong, I can feel it, I know it

MM:Nothing is wrong! Your over reacting! He probably had a stressed day at work that's all

I sighed as I shook my head, they sure get annoying sometimes. I felt myself get a headache, damn you Martzia...I sat down and crossed my arms and turned on the my iPod and put on my headphones. I hated it when dad was upset, it made me feel bad, but not sad, I hardly got sad. Maybe that's why I don't know Jackie that well, I hardly got sad or scared. About half an hour later, my dad came out with my mom. He seemed to have cheered up a bit, always count on mama to cheer papa up. Now it was time to finally eat. I was the first to the table, as always. After 30 minutes of eating, my dad mumbled something. I only got to hear the last word. "Moving."