Celeste walked back into the house, almost slamming the door on her twin brother, Chase.

This was definitely one of her moody days.

But to be honest, when wasn’t she moody?

Celeste immediately threw her backpack on the fancy white sofa in the living room, her long, silver-white hair flowing behind her as she walked to her room, slamming the door.

She could hear her father, Malcolm, Chase and the rest of her siblings chatting.