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It made me jolt awake.

"No!" I yelled, sitting up in fear. I found myself in my bedroom, the alarm clock blaring. It was two short beeps, followed by a held out one. I sighed and laid back down. "Autumn, turn off your damn alarm!" I yelled at my sister across the room. I turned over to look at her. She was turned away from mr, still asleep. I grumbled and grabbed one of her dumb Pokemon plushies, throwing it at her. She snorted awake and turned to me.

"Turn off your freakin' alarm clock. It's SUMMER!" I complained, rolling my eyes. "Yes?" My other sister, Summer, called from down the hallway. "Not you!" I yelled back. "I'm making pancakes!" She responded, sappy joy in her voice. "I'm getting takeout with my friend!" I called, rubbing my eyes with my palms. "You're boooring!" My other sister, Spring, taunted.

I scrambled out of my sheets. "I'll show YOU 'boooring'!" I yelled, booking it to the kitchen. Spring saw me and made a beeline to the garden. She was the most graceful of us, so she easily dodged all of Summer's flowers. I could only dream of that kind of precision. So, I just called her a few choice names and went back inside. Once Summer saw me enter the kitchen again, she smiling brightly, her long black hair draping over her shoulders.

These three girl were my identical twin sisters. We all had tan skin and hazel eyes, but we had dyed our hair different color from its natural black color -- except for Summer -- to make it easier to tell us apart (If our clashing personalities weren't enough). I was the oldest of them all, and Autumn was the youngest. It was five months until our seventeenth birthday, and I thought of the chaos that all would cause.

I was what my sisters called an 'edgelord'. I liked eerie and dark things, which contrasted the bright, happy mood of my name. But others told me I was just as cold as it. I humored the season's mood by dying my hair bright blonde with icy blue tips. I still kept it long, my bangs nearly covering my eyes. I had grown to like it, especially how it stood out when I wore all black. I didn't go outside much, so I was noticeably paler than my sisters. I liked rock music and motorcycles and the color black. Normal things for people like me. But I did truly have a soft spot for poetry though. I know it might've seemed cliche for a goth like me to be a huge fan of Edgar Allan Poe or HP Lovecraft, but it wasn't my fault. Their word dragged me down into a world of horror and thrill. Summer would tell me that I could be a goth, but didn't need to be rude. I told her that I just didn't sugarcoat things.

Spring was the second oldest by a few minutes. She was a complete mother hen, social butterfly, and prima ballerina (Both personality and ability-wise). She was odd to say the least. She had cut her hair to shoulder length and dyed it dark green. People said she would be bored of it eventually, but she never was. She had more friends than the three of us combined. She loved dancing and parties, but tried to act like the mature one. She was a bit infuriating.

Summer was the second youngest by about an hour after Spring. She was a big nature person, preferring plants and animals over people. She was sweet, peaceful, shy, and antisocial as heck. She froze up easily, and she was the slimmest of us. When I asked why she ate regular food if she loved animals and plants so much, she said, "Because being a cannibal is looked down up in many societies." And though she was peaceful and calm, we knew better than to go and set her off or mess with her garden, which she maintained lovingly. She called herself an environmentalist. I called her a hippie. She didn't cut her hair, but kept it trimmed, and didn't dye it. She instead kept it long -- going down to her hips -- and kept it black. It was ironically torture for her during summer.

Autumn. Now where to begin with Autumn?

Well, for starters, she was born about 3 hours after Summer. A lot of doctors thought she wouldn't make it, but she did. And Mom loved her "precious miracle baby". Autumn was a shut-in, just like Summer, but even Autumn went out and talked to people. She was also a huge nerd. Whenever we passed a place that was associated with her interests, she'd squeal and geek out. It was always utterly embarrassing to take her out in public. She clung onto us for dear life in a social situation, and didn't have very many friends. She acted like a child most of the time (Tantrums and all), and collected every plushie she could. She'd also dyed her hair a dark red with orangish highlights.

She looked like a tree on fire.

Our mother tried to take of us, all while working as a waitress at the local diner. She tried her best, she really did, but it never seemed like enough.

Our father had died a year ago. All of them seemed to have moved on.

I didn't understand how.