Kayti

Kayti was a fairly normal individual, more normal than her brothers were anyway, although that probably wasn't the best claim to fame if she was being honest. So what was her claim to fame? That was easy. She didn't have one. She was just a small town girl with a crazy family and about as much chance of getting anywhere in life as a one-legged donkey. The high point of her week was skiving off gym when they had netball. Or football. Or basketball. Or, well, just about any kind of -ball, really.

Monday Morning, 5:59am.

Kayti sat up and turned off the alarm a minute before it went off. She'd always been able to do that, right from when she was small. It was the only way she got any peace. She slid out of bed and headed into the bathroom to take a shower, skillfully avoiding the trip-wire booby trap set outside her bedroom door by her youngest brother, Maysen, who felt it was his personal duty to cause as much mayhem as possible.

After a record time shower it was time for a serious consultation with her wardrobe. The new low-cut, red chiffon blouse, with ruffles down the front, had potential, she decided, staring pensively into her wardrobe and absently smoothing her fur. Potential to emphasis her chest and cinch in her waist! She smiled and grabbed it, along with a pair of midnight blue skinny jeans, (which carried an belt with an incredible fake-jewelled buckle), and shimmied into them. She pulled on her favorite knee-high tan leather boots, the ones with the killer heel, and added a large, ornate golden locket, on a thin golden chain, before heading downstairs.

She heard her eldest brother, Byrn's 'death metal' alarm go off as she was walking down the stairs, followed by a chorus of curses and groans that heralded the rising of the pack. She grabbed an apple juice and a couple of ceral bars, and raced out of the back door, to save herself the shame of having to walk to school with them.