*Cecilia Solar

I am currently looking up to Casper's angry hazel eyes.

Cyrus is next to him looking very amused. His blue eyes almost seem like they are laughing.

It's hard to keep a straight face when he still has the writing and drawings on his face since the maker was permanent.

"Care to explain?" Casper raised an eyebrow.

I turn towards Cecil and wink. "I'm a victim. I was held at water gun point. I was so scared, Casper!" I sobbed.

I could see Casper almost caving in, but then Cyrus had to open his mouth, "Don't fall for it again, Dude."

They left me no choice, I put on my best puppy dog eyes.

Casper sighed. Hehe, he's easy to crack, but Cyrus is still standing. I had to do it; I let a tear fall from my eye.

"Fine, I guess you get the point, but we won't lose to you too." Casper points at us.

Cecil and I high five.

Twins: 1

Older Bros: 0

"Why didn't you prank Cyrus, as well?"

"Oh, don't worry, we have something special planned for Cyrus." I smirk.

Cyrus narrows his eyes at me, "I'm not so easy to prank, you know."

I shrug, "Just watch your back, Brother, we wouldn't want anything to happen to your beautiful hair, now would we?"

Cyrus gasps, throwing his hands on his dark brown hair of his. "You wouldn't."

"Alls fair in love and war!" I point out.

"Cecilia!"

I grab the Cecil's hand, "We're going to the Mall to shop for the new school year. I still can't believe that we go back to school tomorrow." I groan.

"Okay, but don't stay out too late. Oh, and Cecilia, remember your appointments with Alec start tomorrow, as well."

Oh, yeah, I had totally forgotten about Alec.

"Are we taking your car or mine?" My twin asks.

"Let's take mine," I answer as we walk out the door.

I unlock my white Nissan GTR 2015. I love my car. Since Casper, 27, is a lawyer and Cyrus, 25, is a Veterinarian, they bought me my dream car for my 17th birthday. Yeah, I'm spoiled by my brothers but I make my own money as well.

It may look like I have everything but my life hasn't always been unicorns and rainbows.

My brothers and I grew up in a foster home until Casper turned 18.

Our parents, whoever they are, left us when I was three years old. I don't know who they are and I don't want to know. If they left us, that means they didn't want us.

"Are we really going to buy stuff for school?" Cecil questions as we park at the Central Mall.

"We are," I nod, "But that's not the only thing we're going to buy," I smirk.

"What else?"

"I'm running low on things to use for our pranks so we need to stock up. And then we'll go shopping for our school stuff." I confirm.

"Cecy, time to wake up!"

I groan as I roll over to look at my clock. 7:04 a.m, it reads.

"No, it's too early, Casper!" I holler back.

"The next person who will come to wake you up is Cyrus so you better wake up," Casper warns.

I groan again but get up anyway. If Cyrus comes to wake me up then someone is going to end up in the hospital. No joke.

I drag myself to my bathroom and take a twenty-minute hot shower.

After drying my hair and body, I dress in black skinny jeans and a white and purple Guess hoodie. I leave my waist-length hair down. I tie my white high top converse. I grab my iPhone 8 plus, my backpack, and my jacket before going downstairs.