(Hellooooooooo it's me again. I'm going to try and update this story more frequently  than my other stories, but the chapters are gonna be shorter than the other ones I wanted to write some over dramatic stuff and so I turned to Puella. Because I can't stop myself, there will also be crossover stuff. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Once again, thanks for reading my fanfictions.

Yeet.)

My head hurts. The light of morning is pouring in through the window, and I have a headache. Fun. I yell at whoever pulled the curtains open. 

"Lemme sleep in peace! It's the weekend you stupid!"

"You hafta get up! Dad said."

"Tell dad I'll get up when I want to!"

"Noooooooooooo! Wake UP already!" He starts jumping on my bed.

"Get off of me, Daniel!" I flip him off of the bed.

"Owwwwwwww..."

"It's watcha get for annoying me!" I flop onto the ground next to my little brother and fluff his dirty blond hair. I look up at the clock on my wall: It's almost noon

"Damn!"

"DAAAAAAAAAAD! Sara sweared!"

"The word is swore, Daniel!" Clara yells from her room. She's the oldest of the siblings. 

"Yeah Daniel it's swore." I stick my tongue out at him, and he throws a pillow at me. I get up and throw him out of my room. I have a martial arts class I have to be at in 10 minutes, so I put on a t-shirt with a band name on it, and make a break for the door 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"STOP BEING LOUD, GODDAMMIT!"

"WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANGUAGE KYLE!" 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

I run out the door with a granola bar in my mouth. God, I feel like an anime character. My dad honks his car's horn and yells at me to 

"Hurry up, you're gonna be late!"

"I knoooooooooooooow, dad."

I hopped into the front seat, thinking about right now. This moment. It could be so important, and I would never know. It could change my life forever, but I'm an oblivious, stupid little girl with no power, no voice. I suppose that's why I'm always yelling, so that maybe, just maybe, somebody will hear me. It was a hopeless habit, but I didn't give it up.

After all, if I didn't scream, nobody  would ever hear me at all.