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I DREAMT OF peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches.

Which would explain why I woke up with a rumbling stomach. Because of my disrespect yesterday, Dad wouldn't let me eat dinner, and so I went to sleep with an empty stomach. Wouldn't be the first time I was deprived of basic human needs, am I right?

#reginaldhargreevesisoverparty

Rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand, I rolled out of bed in exhaustion. I felt like I was being weighed down by water.  Tossing my uniform onto the bed, I grabbed the button of my pajama shirt, and started to pull it off.

Then I heard a WOOSH, followed by Five apparating in front of me.

His eyes widened when he saw me.

"Oh my god!" I yelled, diving onto the ground, "get out of here, you creep!"

Did I say I was hungry earlier? Well now I should add annoyed, angry, disgusted, embarrassed, and temporarily homicidal to that.

"Aaaannnddd...." the boy started, turning his back towards me, "I probably should have accounted for the chance that I'd accidentally intrude during this time."

"You think?!"

"Well, it's not like I haven't seen the female body before."

"GET OUT!"

Rolling his eyes, he apparated out of the room quicker than I could blink. My cheeks blushing furiously, I snatched up my uniform from the bed, and pulled it on in haste, muttering curses under my breath. What a horrible way to start off my morning. Before I could slip on my shoes, I heard a knock on the door.

It was Five.

"If you don't leave me alone," I growled, "I'll get my dad to throw you out."

It was an empty threat, because I doubted Reginald would bother taking time out of his busy day to help me, but Five didn't know that. Apparently he didn't care, either. He shut the door behind him, locking it with a smirk on his face.

"I'm not leaving till you agree to help me," he said, "got it?"

"You didn't have to lock the freaking door, you creep."

"I just want to make sure you don't run and tell the rest of the academy that I'm here."

"As if they'd care about me, anyways," I sighed, shoving my foot into my black shoes, "but my answer is still no."

"Oh, come on, you can't say no forever."

"No," I said, plastering a fake smile on my face, "no, no, no, no, no!"

"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes, and disappearing again.

Finally! I didn't know why he needed my help so badly, since he clearly had other siblings to bother, but I didn't care. Wow, I didn't care about a lot of things. Especially Five and his inability to knock on doors.

"Here, take this."

I jumped back at the sound of his voice, realizing he just reappeared back through the door. He had his arm outstretched in front of him, holding a sandwich on a plate.

"It's peanut butter and marshmallows," he said, "I'm guessing Dad didn't let you eat dinner yesterday."

Erm...what?

"Yeah, he didn't," I said cautiously, taking it from his hand, "how did you know?"

"I know him," Five sighed, "he hasn't changed since I saw him last."

"But how did you know about the peanut butter sandwich?"

"What do you mean?"

That was my favorite sandwich, and I always hid the peanut butter jar in the back of the cupboard. How did he find it, and how did he know to make it? Maybe I accidentally said something about it yesterday night.

"Nothing, never mind," I murmured, taking a bite out of it.

"I assume you have training later on in the day."

"No, I don't."

"I thought you said you had powers."

"I do," I said bluntly, "but I don't use them."

"Why not?"

Jeez, all he was doing was pestering me with questions. I just wanted to have a moment alone in my room, but he clearly wasn't going to leave me alone until I said yes to helping him. Why he needed help, I didn't know, but if that's what it took to get him to stop bothering me, I guess it didn't matter.

"Fine, whatever," I frowned, "I'll help you."

"Good," he smirked, "meet me in the alley at midnight."

"You just keep getting creepier, don't you?"

"The alley is the only place that doesn't have a security camera," he said, "unless you want to get caught, we have to meet there."

Rolling my eyes, I turned around and began to pull my hair back into a ponytail. Five seemed to get the hint that I was done with the conversation, because he began to exit towards the window. But he stopped.

"What's the arrow mean?" He asked, turning around and tilting his head.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"The arrow on your chest. The birthmark that's near your heart."

Oh. he must have noticed it earlier this morning, when he accidentally entered my room at the wrong time. Other than my father, he was the only one who knew it was there now. That made me slightly unnerved.

"I was born with it," I frowned, shooing him away, "now get out before I get Ben in here."