"Ms.Sorenson, would you be interested in training with us? We would like to see how you compare to us in training," Mr. Blackbourne says.

I beam.

I would love to train with my family!

Well, the training part sounds boring, but I love to be around them.

"I'd be happy to train with you!"

They smile back at me and I run upstairs with them to get changed into workout clothes.

I get into a sports bra and a loose tank top and a pair of shorts. The shorts are kinda short and snug because of the material, but I like them because they have a pink band around the top. I slip on my running shoes and call it good.

I race down the stairs into the gym where they all just stare at me.

I look down at myself confused.

No tears.

No stains.

It all seems to fit well.

"What are y'all staring at?" I ask.

Like seriously.

Their states are sort of freaking me out.

"Nothing, Sang Baby," North Star assures.

"Let's just get started, " Kota decides.

I hesitate, still curious and confused before shrugging.

Them be weird.

"Okay, get into your pairs. Sang will be joining Gabriel and Corey," Mr.Blackbourne orders.

I smile at Meanie and Peep.

We all split up into our pairs.

"We will take turns using a few pieces of equipment for twenty minutes before rotating. We rotate for an hour before finishing," Corey explains to me.

I smile at Corey.

Peep is so kind and selfless. He is always thinking about me and making sure I am comfortable with them and what is going on.

The three of us make our way to the corner. There is a treadmill, a bike, and an elliptical machine. I quickly snag the bike before one of them can.

Corey gets in the treadmill and Meanie gets out the elliptical.

I ignore what they are doing as Star and I pedal the bike. We love riding the bike.

I have always wanted my own bike. I only know how to ride one because I found a broken bike and fixed it up. When she found out, Marie destroyed the bike. It was impressive, really, the damage that she was able to inflict.

We pedal kinda slow so we don't ruin it or tire out soon.

When our turn is up, we hop off to rotate and take the elliptical.

That is when we notice that everyone is staring at us.

Again.

"Why are you people staring at me, this time?!" I cry throwing my hands in the air.

They all kinds look sheepish.

"Let's return to our training, now," Mr. Blackbourne instructs.

Star and I lose ourselves in the rhythm of training. We use all the equipment after Gabriel and follow him through the rotations until the hour is up.

Finally, we come out of our exercising daze. We didn't really try too hard because we didn't want to get all tired. Plus, I hate exercising. It is tolerable, though, because it is with my family.

The boys are all staring, more like gawking, at me.

Instead of getting confused or angry, I just sigh and shake my head.

Maybe this is normal.

Maybe all people get stared at all the time.

I guess I should just get used to it since it is a normal part of life.

I walk out of the gym. I am a little annoyed. I don't know why they keep staring and I am a little disappointed that they are not explaining why. Most of all, I am annoyed that I don't even know what is normal.

My whole life, it has just been me and the voices in my head. All the sudden, I am living with and interacting with fourteen men. I don't know what is normal or what I should expect. They say that they are my family, but I don't even know what that is supposed to look like. The way they treat me, is that how I should treat everyone? Is it they way that they would treat everyone?

I guess they would treat anyone and everyone this way.

After all, I am nothing special.

I sigh again and grab a change of clothes and hop in the bath.

Three minutes later, I am trying off and getting dressed.

I feel a little... empty.

I feel like crying.

Why can't I just be normal?

Why can't I just understand?

Why can't I just be happy?

No.

I am always happy.

I need sugar.

That will make me happy again.

I march out of the bathroom in search of some sort of sugar.

Correction.

I march out of the bathroom straight into Silas's arms.

He merely lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder.

From my view of the upside down world, I see that we are headed into one of the bedrooms.

I am set down on the bed.

I lay there pretending to be dead.

My breathing and heart stop.

"Aggele mou, I know your faking," Superman huffs.

I continue to play dead.

"Aggele? Sang?" Silas says worried.

He checks my pulse and freaks out.

"Sean! Run! It's Sang!" He cries.

I play dead a little longer.

This is getting good.

Inwardly, I smile evilly.

Pug races in the room with the others hot on his heels.

He runs over to my "dead" body.

He checks my pulse and then all the sudden starts pounding on my chest.

"What the macaroni was that for?!" I shout forgetting that I am supposed to be dead.

Pug jumps back before stammering, "S-S-Sa-ang-g?"

"Congratulations. You managed to butcher a four letter name," I say dryly.

He throws his arms around me and they all crowd in.

"Group hug!" I squeal.

They laugh and step back.

"Pumpkin, what just happened? You weren't breathing and your heart wasn't beating!" Pug says.

"Well, someone," I say narrowing my eyes at Silas and spit, "Decided to throw me over his shoulder and carry me. I am not a sack of potatoes."

"You mean you worried us all, for revenge?!" Kota exclaims.

"You were all worried?"

I cock my head confused.

Kota sighs and fixed his glasses.

North Star drags a hand through his dark hair and says lowly, "Sang Baby, we are always worried about you. Now, please, explain how you did that."

I roll my eyes.

"I was just playing dead. Anyone can do that."

"I assure you, Sang, not everyone can do that," Axel states.

"Oh... Well, why did Silas manhandle me?" I accuse trying to change the subject.

Mr.Blackbourne gives me a look that lets me know that I wasn't subtle, and turns to Silas.

"Mr.Korba?"

"Don't "Mr.Korba" me! You all saw the look on her face when she walked out! Not to mention, she walked out!" Silas defends himself.

"Trouble, what the **** made you so **** upset?" Gabriel asks.

Ignoring his mean words, I blush and look down.

My feelings aren't that important.

They don't need to bother with me.

"Nothing. I was being dramatic. I'm sorry," I all but whisper.

"Never. Ever. Lie to us," Mr. Blackbourne orders.

I stiffen inwardly. Outwardly, I am unchanged and unaffected by his words.

"Coffee Bean, just tell us what is going on in your gorgeous mind," Marc says with a wink.

"Well... You guys keep staring at me and I don't know why or even if it is normal and I am overreacting. I hate that I have no real concept of what is normal and what isn't," I say quietly.

"**** normal!" Meanie shouts.

His mean words make me scowl.

"What he said," Luke adds with a smirk.

"Mechanic, if you feel like doing something, you do it. If that means calling us out on our actions, then do so. Ask us anything and we will answer or at least explain why we cannot," Brandon inserts.

Hmm...

I will have to remember this...

"Ms.Sorenson, whenever you are hurt or mad, you let us know why so we can fix everything," Mr. Blackbourne says.

I smile at them.

I think they just made me happy.

Without sugar.

Crazy, huh?

It almost makes me feel bad about the pranks I have set up

Almost.

But I like my revenge more.

Much more.

I must admit... I got a little lazy.

I need my revenge, but dishing it out one at a time...

There are fourteen of them! I want to finish before I get old!

Raven, however, will get his own torture.

I mean prank.

Definitely prank.

Why on earth would I say torture?

"Bye y'all!" I shout and run out of the room.

Subtle? Psht. No!

Necessary? Yes! I was about to let out an evil laugh. I wouldn't want them to be suspicious.

I head downstairs to collect another jar.

Have I mentioned how grateful I am for their recycling bin of jars and other glass stuffs?

I leave the lid just sitting on the jar and not screwed tight.

I can hear the water running from upstairs and know that they are taking showers.

Good.

They have four bathrooms upstairs and each shower has a... special something in the showerhead.

One has red Kool-Aid powder, one has white life savers, one has pink hair dye, and one has soap in the shower heads.

The red powder will leave them showering in sticky and "bloody" water. The candy will go unnoticed and they will shower and come out sticky. To get rid of the strange stickiness, they will hop back in the shower and start it all over again. Do I really need to explain the hair dye? The soap will make it so they can't wash off the soap and leave them confused.

Thankfully, I know how to mess with the showerhead due to fixing the one my blood family and I used.

"Guys! Come look and see what I found!" I shout excited about this next prank.

Meanie, Paprika, Pug, Mr.Blackbourne, Axel, North Star, Brandon, Silas, Marc, and Victor race down the stairs.

I run to meet them yelling, "Look at this spider I found!"

A few feet away, I trip and the jar crashes to the ground and the lid falls off.

Meanie let's put a surprisingly high pitched screech and shouts, "What the ****?! Did you ****ing just say you caught a **** spider ***?!"

They all look a little amused and panicked.

"Yup! It had a kinda small body with long spindly legs and was brown," I inform them.

Axel and Kota pale.

Bow whips out his phone, presses a bunch of buttons quickly, and shows me the screen.

"Is this the spider?" He asks shakily.

On his screen is a picture of a brown recluse spider.

"Yup!" I repeat and nod my head .

They all sorts freak out.

Good thing I decided not to choose the black widow to be my "spider."

They scramble around. Some of them are trying to catch the spider and some of them are running out of the run. All of them are yelling.

These boys yell way too much.

It is super fun!

After about ten minutes of searching frantically, Axel announces, "Well, I guess it got away. Everyone will need to be on the lookout for the spider and be careful. If you don't know much about the spider, look it up. I'm not your **** encyclopedia."

North Star chuckles, but a frightened Gabriel is still panicked about the loose spider.

Ah, the feeling of being evil.

Satisfaction.