All right then, if I may start... Also, remember that the big three pact to have no more kids is broken now (I think) 

Seth~

I slip my blue and orange back-pack off of my shoulders and let it thump onto the table. "MOM! I'm home!" I yell, my voice resounding through our small house. 

"She's at the museum," my younger sister Ellie answers wearily from the loft above. Mom has a job at the Columbia museum, which is right across the river from our house. She works at the new planitarium. Mom loves her job; she is amazed by the constellations and the sky. I plop into a chair, holding my head in my hands. 

"Tough day at school?" Ellie questions, carefully stepping down the steep stairway that leads to the loft. 

"Every day is a tough day of school," I sigh. 

"I know," Ellie replies.

"No, you don't," I growl.

"What, do you think I like school?" Ellie and I are both very argumentive, and I know something like this could go on for a while, but I'm angry, and tired. I know she can't possibly feel like I do every single week-day. 

"You don't know what it is like to not be able to focus or sit still. You don't want to take charge of a situation because you know that you can do it better-" I begin to shout, but Ellie cuts me off, equally as angry.

"Every single day. It is hard when you are a natural leader and you know it. Besides, YOU don't have words swimming before your eyes and letters mixing themselves up constantly."

"FINE!" I yell, hearing Mom's car park beside the house. She walks in, sees Ellie and I glaring at each other, and asks: "Tough day at school kids?"  I groan; Ellie throws herself onto the table dramatically. 

"We've tried everything," she says, sitting down in another chair, "public school, private school, even homeschooling-"

"I liked that," Ellie rolls of the table and into the chair.

"We've tried everything except what I should have tried in the begining," Mom rushes on, looking rather nervous as she tucks a dark brown strand of hair behind her ears, "It is nearly summer now, and your father talked to me before he died. He wanted me to send you to a summer camp of some sort." Dad had died in an accident during a storm when I was really young. Something to do with electricity. 

"It is in New York," Mom continues. 

"Mom, we can't go to NY for the whole summer! How would we do that?" I cry.

"Somehow," she answers, "somehow we will." 

Angila-Annelle~

"Makeup!" I call.

"Check!" My best friend Audria calls back to me, digging through my suitcase.

"Both kits plus the new lipstick we got last week?" 

"Yes!" Audria replies.

"What about ALL seven eyeliner pencils? All there?" Audria's twin Carlena questions.

"Check, check, check, check, check, check, check!" Audria calls. 

"I wish you didn't have to go to summer camp every year!" Carlena moans, "we could do something fun together, like makeovers!" 

"Mmhm," I agree, my mind wandering the strawberry feilds of camp-halfblood.

"Do you have enough clothes for the whole summer? You don't want to wear two pink t-shirts twice in a row!" Audria exclaims.

"Mmhm," I reply, now taking a mental tour of the Aphrodite cabin. 

"Are you sure that 27 outfits will be enough?" Carlena questions. 

"Mmhm," I murmer, now remembering the sparkling canue lake.

"Gila, are you listening?" Audria gently shakes my shoulders.

"Mmhm," now I am on the big-house porch, surveying everything around me.

"GILA!" Carlena screams.

"Oh, yeah, 27 should be enough, thanks for helping me pack!" I smile.

"You are welcome. We are sooo gonna miss you!" Carlena hugs me delicately. Audria crawls towards us from the suitcase, and squeezes Carlena and I tightly. I am grateful to have such good friends. If only they knew who I really am.

"I've got to get up at eight tommorow because my flight leaves at ten," I groan. Nevertheless, I am looking forward to being at camp again, even if it means leaving my friends.