"Bette, you’re home!"

Bette smiled as she lifted the girl up, kissed her cheek, and lowered her down. She threw her book bag onto the overstuffed sofa by the door.

"Hey, Chloe. Where’s mommy and daddy?"

"In the kitchen, guess what we’re having tonight?"

Bette sniffed the air. She smelled garlic bread and she started to salivate. "Pizza?"

"Nope. Pasgetti!!!!!" Chloe squeled and ran upstairs.

Bette giggled as she removed her shoes and placed them in her spot by the shoe rack. Many people didn’t know this about her but she was adopted. Her parents died in a car crash when she was only five years old and sent off to live in an orphanage for three years. It was then, she realized that life wasn’t something you could waste. Right now she lived with her mom, Katherine, her dad, Melvin, her adopted sisters, Chloe, Yuri, and Michelle, and her adopted brothers, Michael, Don, and Valentino. Her house was filled with different races and cultures. It was like walking into the United Nations. She walked into the kitchen where she found her dad sorting through the mail on the island and her mom sweating over a hot stove.

"Hey baby," Katherine said as she walked over to her eldest daughter and kissed her on the cheek. Bette returned the gesture and went to sit on a high chair next to your father.

"Hey Bette, how was school," Melvin asked, putting the mail down and looking at Bette.

"Good," Bette lied, her eyes reading the headlines of the Seattle Times. New Moon becomes Global Phenomenon. She snorted.

"I know right," her father said, looking at the headlines.

"Tina, can you open up it’s me?" Victoria said, holding a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup.

Tina quickly closed the programs on her computer, opened her math book, and ran to the door. "Hey mom."

"Here, I brought you dinner." She held the bowl out.

Tina was hungry so she decided to take it. "Thanks." She sat back at her computer table and pretended to read her Geometry Book. ‘What the hell is an imaginary number?’ Tina thought, since the only thing she was looking at was the title of the chapter.

"Studying I see?" Tina’s mom sat at the edge of her bed, closest to the computer table but only getting a view of the back of her daughter’s head. "Your father didn’t mean to yell at you dear, he just wants you to be successful when you grow up."