~*Rikka POV*~

I sit down on my bed. "So... My father owns a huge company, you might have heard of it."

"What is it?" Yuma asks impatiently. 

"It's called Astron-Ace." I whisper.

"A-Astron-Ace? That's like the best place to buy cards ever!" Yuma exclaims. 

It's so popular that even people from Yugioh know what it is. I sigh. "Well, yeah. Pretty much. So he's always at meetings, finding new locations for stores, things like that. So he's never home."

"Wait, aren't there other people who are supposed to find new locations and stuff?" Caswell speaks up. Surprisingly, he hasn't said much since he's arrived. 

"Well, yes, but my dad is stubborn and does all that stuff by himself." I mumble. 

Suddenly, I hear scratching from my closet that makes everyone jump except me. I open the closet door wide enough to (unfortunately) reveal that I have a walk-in closet. My beagle runs out of it and jumps up on me. I quickly shut the door and pick up the little dog. "Trickie, how did you find your way into my closet?" I ask, patting her head. "You're just too smart."

"You have a dog?" Yuma says, reaching over and scratches her ears. She growls and nips at Yuma's hand. "And he apparently hates me." he makes a face.

"She watches T.V. with me, so she knows which characters not to like." I explain. "Anyway, yeah, this is Trickie. She doesn't hurt anyone, except, like, anyone who I don't like. Uh, I might just wanna keep her up here on my bed." 

"Stop getting off topic." Shark growls.

"Okay, okay, sorry." I grin. "So anyway, yeah. Um, my dad is hardly ever home. But my mom is in the military, so she's also only home at some times. Actually, she's coming home next week. So usually it's just me and my brothers and sister. We all help each other out whenever we need to. We're also practically raising Cesar by ourselves, though." I sigh. "So yeah. Both my parents make money from their jobs. They get us anything, even though we don't really want anything they buy us. I just wanna feel, er, normal."

At this point, Tori is in tears and is hugging me. "It's okay, it's okay!" She coos and pats my head. 

"Okay, okay, clingy. Let's play a game called Get Off The Annoyed Girl, okay?" I groan, shaking her off of me. 

"Sorry." She smiles.

"But why didn't you tell us earlier?" Rio asks, picking Trickie up and patting her. 

"Because! I wanna act as normal as I can around you guys, like a real teenage girl who likes to have fun, maybe break some plates. I don't want you guys to think that I'm some stereotypical snobby, spoiled, rich girl who gets anything she wants with a snap of her fingers."

"But you sorta are." Shark mutters.

"Shaddap!"