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 The next day was Ssaturday. Ellan felt someone shaking her softly. "Wake up, Ella. It's almost 8 o'clock." said a voice. Ellan opened one eye, and saw it was Sophia. Ellan sat up. Her family all shared their room with someone except for Scott. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, Oliver and Liam, Sophia and Annastasha, Martina and her, Ellan. Sometimes they complained why Scott got the whole room by himself, and Mrs. Wilson would say, "Scott is old enought for that. If he gets his own house and moves out, one of you will get it." And Scott would nod triumphantly. Her family didn't have enought alarm clocks(they needed 5 for each room, but they just had 2), so one was in Mr. and Mrs. Wilson's room, and the other one was used by all the children. They would use it by turns. For example, Scott will use it for a month, and he would have to wake up his siblings. After a month, Oliver and Liam will use it, and so on.

 "Wake up Martha, okay?" shouted Sophia as she walked out of the room and down the stairs. Ellan looked up at Martina, who was sleeping on the second-floor of their double-deck bed, almost snoring. "Martha! Wake up!!!" she shouted. But Martina kept sleeping. Ellan sighed. It was hard to wake up Martha. She climbed up the ladder and yelled into Martina's ear. "WAKE UP, MARTHA!" She was expecting her sister to jump up because of the loud noise, but Martina just opened her eyes slowly. "Hey, thought you could make me jump again, huh?" she said, plugging out her ear plugs. "You used that trick last time." She laughed. "All I hear is a little squeaking sound from a mini-tiny-baby-mouse called Ellan." Ellan frowned. "I'm telling mommy that you teased me, and slept with your ear plugs on. She sure wouldn't be pleased." "Of course she would!" said Martina. "Besides, I didn't call you a mouse. I called a person named 'Ellan' a mouse. There are lots of Ellans around the world, you know." Just when Ellan was to argue, Mrs. Wilson shouted, "Breakfast's ready!" Ellan and Martina dashed down stairs to the kitchen. Their siblings were just beside them. "What's for breackfast?" asked Annastasha. "Bread, cheese, ham, and lot of kinds of jams." said Mr. Wilson, who was already eating while he read the morning newspaper. Ellan looked at the table. Just like her dad had said, there were some bread, cheese, ham, peanut butter, butter, strawberry jam, orange jam, and blueberry jam. She picked peanut butter, and started spreading it on her bread. "Hey, Ella. Do it fast. I need peanut butter too." said Scott. "Me three." said Liam. After Ellan finished, she handed it to Scott, and took a big bite. "Okay. We'll have a meeting tonight, and we'll discuss something important." said Mrs. Wilson. The Wilson family had a meeting once or twice a month, on weekends. "Can we discuss it now?" asked Annastasha. Ellan saw curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "Please?" Mr. and Mrs. Wilson looked at each other. "Oh right." said Mr. Wilson. He cleared his throat(which was his habit that showed before he did a speach), and continued. "We've got two news." he said. "First, you all know that Scott passed the test to LSI high school, right?" The Wilsons all nodded. "He's signed up to a very good school. As you know, he didn't have to take the test, but he wanted to go to a very good school, where had to take a test. And here he is now." he took a deep breath. "He is going there at April. But, the problem is..... It's a dormitory school. He'll sleep there, and we'll only be able to meet him only once a month." They all looked at Scott, who blushed. "So, did you?" asked Martina to Scott as she chewed her bread. "Martha, don't talk with your food in your mouth." said Mrs. Wilson. "Huh? What do you mean?" asked Scott back. "Did you tell them? asked Ellan. "Tell what to who?" asked Scott. So Sophia repeated the question with more detail. "Well, they meant if you told the principal or something of the school that you're going there." Scott shook his head. "No. Father didn't tell me. I'm surprised as you guys." he said. "So, are you going to go, Scott?" Mr. Wilson asked. "It's your choice. We should tell them untill next Sunday." "Go! It'll probably be fun!" said Oliver. Annastasha rolled her eyes. "Ignore his words. He's saying that because he wants your room." she told Scott. Scott bit his lips thoughtfully, and said, "Give me some time, will you, father? I will decide it at least till tomarrow." Mrs. Wilson said that would be fine as she washed the dishes. "What's the second news, dad?" asked Liam. Mr. Wilson cleared his throat. "The second news is that your 4 years-old cousin Katie will be staying here for a day or two. Your aunt Christie is having a baby as you know, and she's expecting it this Wednesday. So Katie is coming on Tuesday." Liam groaned. "Oh, another girl, and she's yournger?" The others frowned too. "I don't like her." said Sophia. "She's mean." "Yeah, and she bosses us around. Thinks we're her servant, probably." said Annastasha. "Girls!" said Mrs. Wilson. "That's not a nice kind of speaking. And some of you will have to share the bed with your room mate, because there's no extra bed in our house. "What?!" asked Sophia and Oliver at the same time. "But.... But-" "Why cans't she just sleep on the floor?" asked Ellan. "That's too mean. She's a guest. We've got to treat her well. Besides, we don't have more metrices." Mr. Wilson said. Everyone started complaining(except Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, of course). "Well, then." I'll give two dollars each to the person who sleep together. Everyone was quiet, busy thinking about it. After a little whispering, a pair of hands raised in the air. "We'll do." said Martina and Ellan together.