Gerald and the two maids, Kim and Cassidy, brought me to my sister's room.

By the time we arrived. Some Finnish death metal band was already blasting out through the walls three rooms away.

I wonder how Caprice sleeps through all of this.

Her door was decorated with caution tape, a warning sign, graffiti she drew, and a list of people who can enter without permission. One of them was me and the seventh eldest, Matthew.

I opened the door to her room to find her punching her punching bag that had a picture of our stepmother.

Gretchen was your average older sister who was into a lot of stuff.

Her jet black hair was cut short in a pixie cut with neon green tips. Her lips were covered with her black lipstick, thick black eyeliner around her eyes, piercings on her nose and ears, and a headstrong attitude to match it.

"Yo Gret!" I yelled, but the death metal music she listened to has seemed to turn myself on mute.

"Sorry..." I muttered an apology and walked towards her stereo.

I turned the music off until I realized that she was still punching her punching bag.

Weird, the last time my twin did that she lashed out on her.

"Yo Gret!" I yelled once again, but her eyes were still on her punching bag.

I sighed in frustration and walked towards her.

I took out the bluetooth earphones she wore that finally got her attention.

"What do you want, Hel?" She growled angrily.

"Woah, someone's in a bad mood." I raised my palms in defense. "Who's the bitch who pissed you off this time?"

"More like bastard." She scoffed smiling sarcastically. "Michael pissed me off."

Ah, Michael. The fourth eldest. Crowned as the next dad of the family. He's closer to our dad and stepmom, and he's even a bit bitchy like them. I almost thought he was gay, but it ended up being his twin Mikey.

At least Mikey is a better person than him. He's a fashion designer who has done several runways and has conquered them. Michael on the other hand is a doctor like my father.

"I though he was in Saudi for a convention?"

"He didn't want to go." She rolled her eyes. "He says he doesn't want his oh-so 'pearly white' skin to get damaged. "

"Jeez, he's a doctor." I shook my head in disapproval. "He's suppose to help, not help himself."

"Well it's only a boring convention." She kicked the bag. "It's not like he's gonna pay attention."

Gretchen is actually the lead singer of a band called the Empress of Screams. No idea where they got the name, but they sure do a lot of screamo. I still wonder how she maintains her voice.

Our father didn't actually approved of it, but since our mother favored Gret so much. He had no choice, but to give Gret the best. And he thought the best would've been giving her the company, but it wasn't. She and our dad had a long history of fights, and I don't want to talk about it.

"Well he should've at least joined." I murmured. "It could at least give that air head of his some knowledge."

"As if anything's gonna get in his pea-sized brain."

I shrugged my shoulders.

She was right. Michael was always the guy who always feels like he knows it all. Well next to dad.

"Also I've got more wonderful news." She stopped punching the bag and walked towards the messed up dresser that had graffiti drawn from lipstick and Sharpies.

She got some papers and gave it to me. I looked at them strangely and read them.

"I hereby declare that on the first of November that my youngest daughter, Helena Grace Weiss..." My eyes widened as my whole body was filled with anger. "SHALL INHERIT THE WHITE NIGHT MEDICAL CORPORATION?!"

"You're doomed little sister." She continues punching the bag as my hands started to crumple the paper.

"I thought we already agreed on this?!" I crumpled the paper into a ball and shot it into the trash bin. "I told him three hundred sixty-four times that I won't inherit the hospital!"

Of course I kept count of how many times I've argued with him that I won't run the family business. I wanted to become a director. I want to create stories for everyone to see, I want to create crazy game shows, I want to work with actors, and I want to remake sucky movies.

"Fuck him." I kicked the chair, and marched out of the room with Gerald and the maids.

"Cassidy. Where is my father at the moment?"

"He just left for Japan this morning with your brother and stepmother, ma'am." Cassidy informed me.

Cassidy is practically the gossip central of the house. She tells me everything. Problems, new maids and butlers, renovations, cars, food, parties, location, expansions, and more. She even knows some good blackmail I can give to Gretchen for Michael's fall.

I stopped by the corner and reached for my phone in my jeans.

"Miss Blue, may I remind you that you still have fencing lessons in five minutes and you have a schedule to meet up with your friends after you clean up."

"Shit..." I cussed and tucked my phone back into my pockets.

I walked quickly towards the practice room.

Sometimes I wonder why can't I just go out and have fencing lessons at a regular fencing school. I want to be with other people rather than my fake friends.

Everyone tried to befriend me because they were either told by their parents or they just want another rich kid to join their group to become stronger in the future as so-called business partners. I think I consider my twin as the only real friend I have.

"Well, well. Look who's late for two minutes." I stopped and crossed my arms.

Meet my twin, Holly. We look exactly alike with a small difference.

We both have long wavy strawberry blonde hair, olive tan skin, and freckles. The only way you can tell the difference between us is our eye color. She's lucky to have my mom's gorgeous hazel brown eyes like Nathaniel's. I, on the other hand, ended up having my dad's strict looking gray eyes. I've always been jealous of my twin. Even though we both looked alike, she resembles my mom more than I do. It's all because of those hazel brown eyes. Also she's ten minutes older than me.

We do everything together and we're practically inseparable. We fence together, study together, eat in the same way, think alike, dress the same, read the same book, play the same game, and all those other twinsie-like activities. People find it weird and we like to freak them out and confuse them on who is who.

"Sorry had some business with Gret."

If you were thinking, why can't Holly have the family business since she's older. To sum everything up, Holly is a problem to our father.

She's too smart for her own good. She's now graduating next year without me and I'm somehow okay with that. I mean she gets to pursue her dream as an architect. She wants to work with Nathaniel and design the next condominium he's planning to stand up in Shanghai. She could've been a great lawyer, but  her passion for interior and houses was too great for politics.

I wish I can be like her. She gets to escape every single argument to make her change her mind, and her comebacks were just too smart to get through. Our father had a hard time explaining reasons why she should inherit the company. The results were precise and he decided to give me the company after their last argument last month.

"What happened?" She asked me.

"Remember I made it clear that I wouldn't inherit the company." I sighed. "Hol, help me here."

"I can't find a way now unless I've talked to Malcolm and bring him to dad." She crossed her arms like how I did.

Similar movement, similar attitude, but not similar in smarts.

"When is Malcolm coming back anyways?"

"Halloween, Hel."

"Shit..."

The day before our birthday.

Shit, I could've asked for a Halloween Party instead.

It was normal for me to plan our birthday by myself. Holly doesn't like celebrating our birthday unlike me. She thinks that it makes her feel older ever since she started to skip some grades. Me on the other hand love birthdays because I can be crazy on that occasionally day towards everyone.

"Whatever, lets just get to fencing."

I got my mask and put it on, but then Holly out of nowhere just takes out her foil out of nowhere while wearing her mask.

I grabbed a nearby magazine to block the incoming attack coming towards my covered face.

"Gerald!" I raised my hand as I felt a familiar hilt falling into my hand.

I pointed the foil towards my sister with a cocky smile under my mask.

"En garde!"

Goddammit this was a boring chapter and I'm sorry for that. I just really like character development and stuff, and I like seeing how characters get to do a lot of shit, but seriously sorry for the boring chapter.

See ya!

Also is "en garde" correct? Please correct me if I'm wrong! :)

-Pumpkin