"Lena Miller, what kind of name is that?" Exclaimed Pearl Peartree.

"A name that makes sense." I retorted.

"Who gave you permission to talk back to us." Pearl Peartrees' minion Isabel Hay shot back, pushing me up against my car.

"I did." Claimed my older brother Martin Miller. "Let's go home, Lana."

When we got home, my parents instantly came up and hugged me. They loved me so much that it was apparent. It felt so good to have a family that loved me and a brother to protect me. I also couldn't help but notice they had a tattoo on either their shoulder or hand. It looks bizarre. I can't describe it (picture at top).

"Mom, what's that?" I asked, pointing to the tattoo.

"Oh its...-"

............Then I woke up.............