Waking up to a bucket of water is no fun. I opened up my eyes, and pulled back my sopping wet blond hair to see my twin sister, Veronica, holding an empty bucket. She grinned, and tossing the bucket down, jumped on my bed.

"Wakey Wakey, Serena," she said, her grey eyes alight with mischeif.

"No." I pulled my sopping blanket over my head. Sopping being the main word.

"Get up," she screeched in my ear. I shoved her off my bed, and heard a distinct thud. Satisfied, I curled into a ball. My blankets were soon dragged off me, though. Sighing, I peeled myself from my soaking bed, glaring at Veronica. I grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her out of the room so I could get ready. Shucking off my clothes, I headed for the closet. I yaked open the door, and a box of paperbacks fell out. The books fell to the floor, adding more clutter on the floor. Oh well, I thought to myself, as I pulled on skinny jeans, a sweater, and ballet flats. My door opened, and my dad walked in. Her bonde hair wasn't styled in his usual style and his brown eyes sad.

"Hey Mom, what's up?"

"Nothing, I was just letting you know that pancakes are for breakfast."

"Wow, what's the occasion," I asked jokingly. My parents never really cooked breakfast, unless they had something to say.

"Your mother has something to say," he said icily. Oh God, they're fighting.

"Okay, I'll be down there in a second, Dad."e shut the door, and more books fell from my crammed floor-to-wall bookshelves. I sighed, walked out of the bedroom, picking up a book on the way out. City of Bones by Cassandra Clare. I hummed under my breath as I walked down the stairs and into our little kitchen. Veronica was already sitting down, engrossed in a book. My parents were glaring coldly at each other, steam rising from their coffee mugs. I pulled out my chair, plopped down, and curled my knees up.

" I need to say something." My mom saidtaking a deep breath. Veronica sighed, dropping her book down, while I raised my eyebrows.

" When me and your dad got married, I had an affair. Don't get me wrong, I love your father but this guy was different," she began guiltily.

"What," Veronica and I said in usion.

"And that man is your father-" Veronica cut her off.

"How could you, Mom! He loves you, and you cheated on him? You obviously know nothing about love if you cheated on your husband!" Smack! Veronica stared in shock at our mom, who just reached across the table and slapped her.

"Do not speak to me in that manner, Veronica Jane Mathers. Now, I'm going to continue my story. That man is your father, and he was special. Very special. Meaning, you two girls are very special also. Special enought that people would want to hurt you. Now, there's a camp where people like you go to be safe. Your a couple years late, but you need to go. I already have spoken to the camp director, Chiron, about this. You'll be leaving tomorrow."

"That's it? You're just going to ship us off, like we're nothing? You can't just send us off, we're your children," I said venomsly, then I stomped off to my room. I slammed the door, and my violin case fell over. I shreiked, and punched the wall. She's really just going to send us off, just like that?