A first: a novel: Chapter One

         Interlude
Since my brother can’t leave things alone, he just had to go and tell his best friend Peter I liked him. Of course, my clueless brother didn’t know I really liked him. Marcus just decided to tell him that I liked him. I, of course, denied this. I didn’t make a big deal out of it, because if I did, it would be suspicious. Peter just snorted when Marcus told him this. This is how it has been in my house for the past year and a half; my brother Marcus – blonde hair, blue eyes – and Peter. My blonde haired, blue eyed, skinny, flawless skin mother and her best friend, Ryland. My other brother, Teo who has blonde haired, blue eyes, and ridiculously large muscles, and his girlfriend, Manda.  My sister Amber – blonde hair, blue eyes, blahdiddyblah- blah – and her boyfriend, Nick. Then you have my 13 year old brother Evan, and Ryland’s 12 year old girl, Rivers. 11 year old Caleb and 9 year old Junior. I have twin sisters too. Tara and Tess. The fifteen year old divas in the house. They say the same thing, at the same time, and they seem to know what either one is thinking. They both have blonde hair and blue eyes like my mom and my brothers. I don’t have my families’ blonde hair, and blue eyes. I look like my dad. Brown hair and green eyes with blue flakes. I’m the only Cameron kid that looks like dad.
My parents divorced a few years ago. He only lives in the next town over, so I visit him every weekend and when it’s not a school day. I take my younger siblings with me sometimes when I go, but I mostly like the time with him spent just the two of us. I go there on Fridays, stay till Monday morning, and drive to school.
My mom bought me a car for my sixteenth birthday 8 months ago. I’ve had it for almost a year, and my birthday is only a month and a half away, so I’m going to paint it. It’s a yellow corvette. You know, like Bumblebee from Transformers. It’s just; mine is not a transformer and can’t drive itself and all that fun stuff.  Mine is just the same model and color as a car off of my brother’s favorite movie.

                Chapter One

“Jillian, mom wants you downstairs for breakfast. She says you’ll be late for school if you don’t hurry.” Junior said walking in my room. “And to make sure you get your bag for dads” Caleb adds walking in behind Junior and sitting on my bed. I sit next to them. “Can I ask you guys a question?” I asked looking at my two blonde brothers. “If you think we can answer it” Junior said. “You probably won’t have an answer” I said with a smile. “What it is?” Caleb asked getting annoyed. “Why are you guys in my room?” I grab Junior and pick him up and carry him to the door and then look at Caleb with an eyebrow raised, waiting for him to go. He doesn’t move. “Caleb” I said calmly. “Do you want me to drag you out of my room or are you going to make this simple for both of us?” He stays sitting with a smirk. I walk up to him and try to get him to move. He won’t move. “Teo!” I yell while I try to get Caleb to stay still. Teo walks in the room, hair still wet from his shower. “Caleb won’t leave, and I can’t get him out” I say stepping away from my brother, and letting Teo get him out. “Thank you!” I yelled as I pulled on a shirt.
I run down the stairs as I pull on my blue tie dye converse and my purple tie dye converse. I trip on a step and slide down a few, before I regain balance and then I run into the kitchen, grabbing my school bag, and mom stops me. “Food. Eat. Now.” She said pulling me down in a chair. “Moooom” I whined “I’m not hungry, and I’m going to be late. You said so yourself. I don’t have time to eat break – mom what it this?” I said. “I’m experimenting! This is banana, kiwi, blueberry, celery, carrot, egg, and strawberry, cherry –” “Mom, did you drink this before you gave it to me?” I asked eyeing the drink. “Well, not exactly.” Mom said. “Then why should I drink it before you? It’s yours to try!” I said happily giving it to mom. She took a sip, and then set it down on the table. “That’s um...” Mom tried looking for the right word. “Why don’t you stop at a fast food place and get yourself breakfast instead” she gave me some money, and asked if I could drop off Caleb and Junior at school. “Caleb! Junior! I’m leaving and mom wants me to drop you off at school!” I yelled walking into their room. “Can I ask you a question Jillian?” Junior asked. “Sure” I said. “Why are you in our room?” Junior asked mockingly. “Ha ha. Let’s go. We’re all going to be late” I said walking out of the room and got in my car. A few minutes later, Caleb and Junior walk out and get in the car too. “Took you long enough.” I teased pulling out of the drive.
            
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 It’s third period, and I’m in French II. My friend Michael turns to me. “Bonjour Jillian”
“Bonjour Michael” I said. “What are your plans with your dad this weekend?” Michael asked in French. Michael and I are the only ones who speak fluent French in our grade. So the only people who can understand us are the teacher. “I’m going to paint the corvette. I have to run to the paint store before I head over there” I replied in French. “Are you still going with green?” Michael asked. “Yes I am. Do you have a problem with that?” I asked. “No” “Do you want to come hang out with us? Dad says were might go hunt tomorrow or go night fishing tonight. You could help with the car, then do whatever were doing, then help us with the clear coat tomorrow?” I suggested. “Sure. I have to head over to Anna’s to grab some of my stuff, then I’ll see you there” Michael replied. “Anna’s like this... She’s this rich girl who’s daddy spoils her because Anna’s his precious one and only daughter. It’s almost like she wants to be the clone of Sara.” Sara has wavy blonde hair, wears only miniskirts and way too tight tank tops. She thinks she’s a size two, but really she’s a size 12. In everything. “Yeah I know. But does it really matter how she dresses? I mean she’s not as bad as you make her sound. Sure she buys a bunch of clothes and shoes and makeup and stuff, but what else would a 17 year old teenage girl use money on?” Michael asks. “Point. But I’m almost seventeen, and I have money. But I don’t spend it on lip gloss and clothes. Shoes sure, but not thousands of dollars on them. Maybe 200 hundred. Or something of that sort.” I said. “Yeah okay. You should hang out with Anna some time. She’s not all that bad."

Post number one: The Little People

I'm stuck at home with The Little People, as I call my three nephews, Robert (8) Tristan (6) Shane (5) that live with us for now, the two boys Joshua (8) and Logan (7) that I babysit for the summer, and my sister Veronica (8).
Robert, Tristan and Shane, got kicked out of there house with they're parents, Dani (my sister) and Chad (brother-in-law) because the house they lived in was, basically, a piece of shit. So they got kicked out of it, and my dad (Darren) is supposed to build them a house out in our pasture (we live in the country in Missouri). Well, Dani, Chad and her Little People have been living with us since May. Three months. Dad is just now figuring out that the sooner he gets that house built, the sooner the Little People and their parents are out. Dani is eight months pregnant. She has till the end of August, beginning of September till she's due. It's a fourth boy, and when Dani found this out she cried. I felt bad that she cried because she cried about having a boy instead of the girl that she, and everybody else, wanted (wants). Dani has a few names for him, but so far she hasn't picked one. Honestly, my favorite she's picked so far is Quieten Edward Cole (and the last name of course, but I feel I shouldn't put out too much information on my sister). But I know that she's going to look at her baby and say "He does not look like a Quieten. He looks like a-" and she'll just pick a name, and then BAM that's his name forever. Unless of course he were to change it when he was old enough. 
Right now, the three Little People are sick. Vomiting every hour. They say they aren't sick anymore, but as soon as they say it, they throw up again.
Robert is eight and he has blue eyes and blonde hair (turning brown though).
Tristan is six, going on seven this month, with blue eyes and blonde hair.
Shane is five and has blonde hair, blue eyes and is currently missing his first tooth, one of his front teeth on the left. Changed his whole look missing that one tooth. It's like his smile has grown and his eyes are prettier, but he's still loud and runs into walls.
Veronica is my eight year old sister. She has brown longish hair and green eyes. She cries a lot. She cried two nights ago because mom and dad sent her to bed five minutes early. Ha.
Joshua is eight years old (nine in September) and I babysit him this summer. He has brown hair and... Shit. I really should pay more attention to the little people. I think his eyes are blue... Maybe brown. Okay, I'm sure his eyes are blue.
Logan is seven and is Joshua's brother. Logan has brownish hair and I'm pretty sure he has blue eyes. They might be hazel. I can see either one on him. (Both Logan and Joshua have a crush on Veronica).