DuckTales Big Sister Au

Woo-oo!

Finally, summer vacation. This school year has been pretty tough, after moving from junior high and into high-school, it was a large adjustment that I handled... let's just say good enough.

But now that my sophomore year is over, I have a whole summer to just worry about relaxing and chill-axing.

And that takes us to my bedroom, which was really just a large closet under the stairs. Harry Potter, am I right? But there's a good reason for it. You see, I live on a houseboat with my Uncle Donald, and my three brothers, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Did I mention they were triplets? Yeah, a handful.

The boys share the largest room of the house, since they need the most space. Since I'm the only girl in the house, I get the closet. My Uncle Donald doesn't even really have a room. He stays up on the deck, in the "captain's quarters", if you will. It's about the same size as mine, only it has a small closet attached to it.

My closet is actually quite cozy, having enough room to fit all that I need. My clothes are on a clothing rack, my bed in the far right corner. I have a small desk with a (f/c) lamp on it, along with pencils, paper, and pens. I had a small window directly across the room from the door, with (f/c) curtains gently pulled to the side, tide with a small ribbon to let the light shine through.

My bed covers were a simple design, mainly (f/c) with white trims on the ends and under covers. My sheets were also white, and as was my pillow case. It wasn't anything flashy, but it was good enough for my liking.

And in those simple covers is where I currently lay, peacefully sleeping in on my first day of summer.

My chest was gently rising and falling as small snores escaped my beak, my body curled up in the fetal position, laying on my left side and facing towards the wall. My left hand was under my pillow, helping support my hand, while the right was gripping my bed cover, holding it close to my slightly opened beak. A thin, golden charm bracelet decorated my right hand, words engraved on the large, main star shaped charm.

I wasn't dreaming about anything in particular, just small, random bits and pieces of anything that happened to cross my minds path. When all of the sudden.. a loud CRASH echoed throughout the house, shaking it as well, followed by the angry scream of my uncle.

I shot up quickly, the sudden noise quickly waking me and preparing to defend myself. Within 0.3 seconds, I understood what exactly was happening, and groaned, hiding my face under my pillow and pushing it against both my ears.

Today was Uncle Donald's job interview, and the boys wanted to help. I, on the other hand, wanted to sleep. And besides, I knew Donald could take care of himself.... maybe. I groaned again, slowly pulling off the pillow on my head and groggily stood up, not caring about my hair or pajamas. If I knew the boys, Louie was trying to get Donald to look decent, being the little business man I saw him as. Huey was probably trying to help out as well, maybe making a poorly made breakfast for Uncle Donald. He always was the most responsible of the triplets, being the oldest by 3 seconds and all. Then there was Dewey...

Actually, I don't know what Dewey would be doing right now. His actions changed every interesting thing Uncle Donald had. He normally would be like me and sleep through it, or he would be like his brothers and try to help. I guess we'll figure out when we get to the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen, the grogginess still written all over me. The sight in front of me was no surprise; Uncle Donald was naked, only wrapped in a towel and on the phone, holding up the iron board with his head, while Huey and Louie were in their over sized life vests, watching Donald while he spoke to whom I assumed was the babysitter. They had sly smirks on their faces, and I only glared at them. That look meant they were planning something, and that's probably why Dewey wasn't here as well.