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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Madison's P.O.V.

I'm very different than most girls. Sure you've heard that all the time, or you hear about how a girl has to live with her family which might only be three or four boys, well not me!

I live with my dad, and all of my brothers. My mother died giving birth to me and my twin brother. My brother was born before me and so technically, my mother died giving birth to her first girl.

My twenty-one year old brothers name is Menas Alexander Johnson, my twenty year old brother is names Merlin Adam Johnson. The triplets, who are also nineteen years old, names are Mark Albert Johnson, Max Al Johnson, and Matthew Aden Johnson. My eighteen year old twin brothers names are Mitchell Ace Johnson and Michael Aaron Johnson. Me and my twin brother are seventeen years old and my twin brother's name is Mason Allen Johnson while my name is Madison Abigail Johnson.

My fathers name is David Lee Johnson. So you could say that I have a ton of brothers, most girls have like two or three older, or even younger, brothers. But no! I have to get stuck with eight older brothers, since Mason is older than me by like a minute or so.

My family is into basketball and soccer. Dad thinks of it as our family bonding. Menas, Merlin, Matt, Max, and Mark all are away at a college that isn't far away. In fact, it's so close that all five of them still live at home, lucky me!

Mitchell, Michael, Mason, and me are all still in high school. There is something that seperates me from my brothers, and no it's not the gender. It's really something much more bigger. But I'm not going to tell any of you my secret yet, I don't need no one telling any of my protective brothers or father what I really love to do.

I met my friends at my locker, I'm not really that popular. Everyone knows me for the only girl that has eight older brothers, no one else in this school even has four sister's or brother's. Lucky me!

Erica, Taylor and Sara are my only best friends in this school. Not even they know my secret, they would say it's dangerous and they would rat me out to one of my brother's.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked my friends. There's only one thing they all like to talk about, and I know that they were going to talk about it again.

"MM showed up again. He just shows up for the money, doesn't interact or tell anyone who he is, and left again. I want to know who this guy really is. He's the best street racer in this city, and I'm surprised the cops don't even know who he is," Sara started.

"I know, he's so mysterious, I guess that's why he gets the nickname Mystery Man," I replied. As you probably guessed it that is my secret, street racing. At one point in my life my father almost had me and my brothers separated cause he couldn't keep up.

I tried street racing out for the first time last year to gain some money cause I would do anything to stay with my brothers, and I actually won. I broke my leg and arm but it was worth it.

I just told my dad and brothers I got hurt during basketball practice, which I had to deal with all the pain in my arm and leg until I had practice the next day.

I just leave the money in our mailbox, or mail it to our house with no return address, and we can still keep the house.

I might not have been good at first, but over the weeks I've grown better and stronger. No one has found out I'm a girl yet, and it's been a year since I started.

It was like I was a natural when I first started though. Sure I needed practice for a while but then I became really good. I know it's also illegal, but for some reason I love street racing.

"He only shows up twice a week, I wish he would just show everyone who he really was," Erica pouted.

I only show up on Monday and Thursday. The police have tried to catch me and so have some other guys, but no one has gotten close enough to tell that I was a girl. I've never killed anyone, I would never do that in my life.

I'll knock them out, hit them with some knock out spray, or I'll just get away on my ride. Yup, I'm also able to do this all by myself, I have no one to help me and yet I'm still alive.

"Who know's when he'll finally show his face?" I replied. But I already knew that answer, never. I'm never going to expose my identity to anyone, no matter who it is I'm never going to show my face.

"Yea," Taylor sighed. My friends than walked to lunch, leaving me at my locker with a few goobye's from them.

It's been the same thing every lunch time since MM made an appearance. I know it's illegal for me to drive when I'm only sixteen, but once my dad has enough money, MM is making a disappearance. I know I'm also being targeted by different people, some criminals, cops, and some even want me to join them. Yea, not happening.

When ever I say that I'll do anything for my family, I literally mean it. I'm the reason why some of my brothers aren't in Italy, or France, or even Europe right now. We have relatives everywhere and I'm not letting anyone separate me or my brothers.

Sure, at times I might seem like an annoying little sister that's a pain in there butt's, but that's how all little sisters show their love for their older siblings.

I walked into the Technology room, no one is ever in there during my lunch time, so I use that time to come up with new stuff. I am a very smart girl, I'm a straight A student, and I'm still able to keep up with street racing.

The reason why no one has gotten close to me, is because I invented my own knock out bombs. They're really tiny but they're also very handy. I had to come up with a remote to control my car and motorcycle.

People have tried to steal both and so whenever they try I can use my remote when it starts beeping red and freak the person out a little by controlling my vehicle from the remote.

My remote is about palm size but it has tons of buttons on it. I had all the buttons memorized by the very first week I came up with the idea.

My next invention, is a voice commander. So when I feel like talking I can sound like a guy. I wouldn't use it that offend but if I'm in a tight situation and I have to talk to the person I can't sound like a girl.

I'm working on that and a super hearer. People have tried to sneak up on me and if it wasn't for the knock out bombs, I wouldn't be at school. The reason why I would need this though is because some people have shot me in the arm.

Let me tell you, that's not really easy to hide in my family, or even at school. I'm just glad I know what to do in situations like that. So right now, I think the super hearer is more important. I'm also almost done with it, I just have to remember to turn it down when I'm racing or else it will knock my hearing out.

Time to get to work.