High School Teenagers

Don't Be A Dummy, Dummy Okay, so there's me and my sister Raleigh who I can't stand to pieces but love her and have to love her because she's my only sister out the eight million boys we live with. Nah, I'm just kidding. We live with eight boys and two parents, both happily married and very strict. It's a pretty fun environment to be in this family but not when you have eight brothers and probably still counting. Mom and Dad are what you'd call lovebirds. How do I have eight brothers and one sister? Simple. Your parents have to screw one another, duh. My name's Chloe Burkes, I'm fifteen years old, and a sophomore at White Lake Academy High and me and my sister are gonna breakdown every wiener in this house. I'm gonna break every little boy down every so often, so I won't jag that artery in your head that you call a 'brain'. I'm the only blonde girl from my Mom that I get from my Dad. I'm a natural blonde of course with hazel eyes and I can have my Moments as a girly girl like Raleigh, and my Mom who has her fashionista Moments. Which is rarely. Raleigh's wild and crazy but so-called fun girl and I'm me; the mannequin. I'm older than Raleigh but we're both the same height. Five-foot five inches and again can't stand each other. But we're forced to love one another because of the boys in this mansion. Our parents are known celebrities, Mom's a model and Dad's a director and producer. Both always on the road, rarely are never home, but our Aunts Axilla and Gemma do keep close eyes on us. They're my Dad's sisters and my Mom's brother Adam who also babysits us. We're all between fourteen to nineteen years of age and yes we still need babysitters. It was all Ivan and Kaden's idea. They decided to throw a party and nearly burn down the house and that's where the babysitting came to be. Very uneasy if you ask me. It's Monday the worst day of the week and the kitchen is packed with nothing but boys. Boys here and there and everywhere running back and forth between the kitchen and dining room and the living room. I walked into the kitchen with Raleigh already there, fighting Dylan over the peanut butter as usual. It's every morning that they go through this. Ivan and Oliver were going over their homework switching answers. Cheating of course. And nothing really good comes out of this family, especially with the boys and maybe expecting a new baby. I just felt my heart drop. "Chloe, make sure that you have everything you need. I'm not driving to your school for anything this morning," Axilla said giving Logan his book bag before snatching the peanut butter from Dylan and giving it to Raleigh. She stuck her tongue out at him opening the container. "I do have everything, Aunt Axilla," I said. "Trust me I double-checked." I sat my bag on one of the kitchen chairs and tapped in the code we have on the metal cabinets we have over the bar. We all have different codes or passwords or whatever you wanna call them to get for our lunches. It's the same code we have on our lockers at school which makes it so easy to remember. Every boy and girl has their own code and their own personality. We even have our own bank accounts, that only the three adults and our parents know of. We can only spend a several amount of money. Well just the twins, and Logan and Dylan and Oliver, and me and Raleigh. The three oldest ones, Ivan, Gabriel, and Aaron are just too f*****g lucky. "How about triple check or quadruple?" Axilla added not getting me nervous at me. I gave her raised eyebrows and typed in my code and opened the door taking out my work laptop that I use, well for work of course. I'm the model mannequin and Raleigh's the skater girl just like Logan who taught her how to skate and almost gave me a broken heart, literally. I almost died! "Don't give me that Chloendyl," she called me by my full first name. I hate it, as almost as I hate my middle name Esther. Thanks a lot Mom. You just give me something too other dimensional "You know you're forgettable," she added as I closed the locker door. "Very forgettable." I rolled my eyes at her and grabbed my bag and took my seat. Axilla was always trying to harass me so I would forget something. She laughs when she brings it up but she still likes to be serious at times. Like making sure I have my phone or credit cards or something. Sometimes it's even my shoes. "Yeah, Chloendyl," Aiden mocked me and sat beside Logan. "Shut up, Aiden Jaidje," I mocked his first and middle name. He playfully threw an unlit incense at me and I grabbed it thanking him before stuffing it in my bag. We all have funny but creative middle names. You know mines and Aiden's; the rest of them I'll get to later. "I could use this for Mr. Riboun's class," I said. Aiden and Gabe both laughed, Aiden has an annoying laugh that only we can tell from him and Kaden apart. Twins and their unique ways, right? "Riboun needs more than just an incense," Raleigh chimed herself in. "He needs air fresheners, and a good several scent bomb." She chewed her peanut butter with eggs sandwich. "Chew with your mouth closed," I said to her grabbing the milk from Aaron. "Mom and Dad taught you better than that." "Mom and Dad aren't here, are they?" She says showing me her food barely making me lose my appetite. I don't have a weak stomach like Logan. Raleigh flicked a piece of bread at me and laughed like a psychotic metal patient. Gabe and Oliver looked up at her like she was insane before turning back to their own business. "Did you snort something?" Logan asked her. She looked at him and nodded. "Your cologne," she said with pride. Logan went to playfully kicked her under the table but kicked Dylan instead. "Hay, watch it, man!" Dylan shouted over the table. Logan gave him apologetic look and reached across the table to hit Raleigh but she blocked the hit, hitting Ivan on the head mistakenly who groaned at her. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder apologetically before turning to Logan. I swear I think those two should've been twins. Aiden and Kaden barely acts that way. "Try to wear less cologne and maybe you wouldn't have to kill your little sister," Raleigh said.  Logan smiled, "and try acting more like Chloe," he jerked his head my direction. I gave him raised eyebrows and pouted lips. Really? I doubt Raleigh will ever spend a day in my style. She's a skater girl, and I'm a walking mannequin. Mom should've named me Barbie or something since I act like. On second thought, never mind. "I doubt I'll ever spend a day in Chloe's style," Raleigh said. "You barely know what goes on in my head," I spat out to her, but not in a bad manner. "I don't think I want too," she said. "Too much makeup and glitter." I scowled at her as she and Gabe did fist pounds. "At least I do my homework," I said to her. "Yeah, and I'm surprised that a girly girl like you actually knows how to read and write," Raleigh barked at me causing Oliver, Aaron, the twins, and Ivan and Gabe to laugh so hard they nearly turned red and pink. "Airhead," I muttered. Until this day I will never understand why God would give my parents a girl that will honestly not put us in the right position in life. We’ve all had normal and fun lives until Raleigh was born two years after me. One thing to say when Raleigh was born. She made a cake out of jelly beans and peeps and she did a hell of a good job with it because with Gabe and Oliver having high blood pressure they almost went through the roof. Mom and Dad put her on a sugar schedule but that only made her more sugar-crazed. “So, what was the homework on?” Axilla asked looking between mew and Raleigh. “The Washington effect,” I said. “Even I don’t know what that is,” Ivan said. “It’s the mathematical equation between matter and iron,” I said. “You’re hurting my ears, shut up,” Raleigh said to me. “My head hurts,” Gabe said holding his head and looking up at me. “Chloe doesn’t know how to turn her brain off.” “In this family, no one does,” Uncle Adam said. “Especially your Mom. Her mind is out of this world.” “You’re talking to your nieces and nephews like we understand you,” Dylan said. “But on the plus side, she can have ten more kids and still look good.” We all looked up at Dylan with anger in our eyes. Dylan smiled and took a sip of his oj and Gabe and Ivan read my mind by kicking him under the table. “Don’t give them any ideas,” I said. “You better not let Mom and Dad hear you say that,” Aaron said pointing his fork at him.