All but one more

My true family

The car we got into was really stuffy, my things took up most of the room, and the boys, I still have yet to learn their names, were fooling around. That made it even worse. I was stuck beside them. I was ready to give them black eyes, so they are identical in another way.

"What are your names?" I ask, as we start off.

They give me a surprised look, like I was a dog that just talked. Well, I guess their right, but I will always be better than a dog. I will always be better than anyone I know! Because I'm awesome. Let's just say this, don't judge me, I was born to be awesome.

"Gred and Feorge," they answered, acting stupid.

I knew better. "Nice to meat you, Fred and George" I said exaggerating their real names. I glared at them. At least it was worse at home, where everyone ignored and laughed at me, "are you my only brothers?"

"No, there is Charlie, Bill, Percy, me and George-"

"Why do you always say yourself first!" George cut of Fred.

"Because I can. Then their's Ron and Ginny" Fred continued, "Ginny is a girl, so you know." He finished.

"I was still always the best," whispered George in my ear loud enough everyone could hear.

"You should know, George, that darling Avery tops you both. She's so kind, not like you, pulling pranks like you do." Oh, mom. She was wrong, big time. I can be a troublemaker.

"Sooo, your probably a fancy girl, Avery, you got such a fancy name, 'oh, my name is Avery! I like makeup, and gossiping with my girlfriends!" Fred mimicked.

"Me, like that? I'd rather eat manure than get my nails done!"

"You sure about that?" George teased, "I dare you to eat grass!"

"You don't have a supply of manure?" I ask.

"No" they answered together.

I was fine. I love eating grass, it both tastes good and is full of fibre and it turns your spit green! But Fred and George didn't know that, so I am practically home free.

"Time to fly, please hold on!" Announced mom, five minutes after we left.

I felt a lurch, and we were in the air. "Wow," I gasped. We were flying.

I dug out my iPad and took a picture. The view was amazing.

"Hey, what is that?" George asked me.

"It's a iPad, ever heard of one?" I ask him back.

"No, probably because it's a muggle contraption, oh, and a muggle is, because your stupid enough not to know, is a non magical person." He said.

"Stupid?" I say. "Name one of the Ten Commandments of hunting," I test them.

George shrugs his shoulders. "Never hunt animals?" Fred asked. I smirked.

"What do you think," I ask sarcastically.

"I'm right."

"Sure, just say that." Like he was right.

I looked out the window. We were crossing water. "Where are we going?" I ask.

"Home." George answered.

"On the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole." Mom ignored George.

"Where is that?" I ask again.

"Devon, England," mom kept speaking, "we're almost there." She answered my next question.

We kept flying. I opened up the internet, but, of course, there was no wifi. "Awwww." I complained. At least we're almost to my new home.

I opened up Minecraft PE. I'm working on a hunger games stadium. I just started, and my underground base was just finished. I planned to build it out around a wide place of a swamp and dessert, but it didn't work out well, and instead of a swamp biome, I got a plains biome. I still went with it.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Asks George, looking over my shoulder, "it's full of blocks!"

"Minecraft." Stupid? No, plain idiotic if you ask me.

I felt us land. There were people watching us. Three older boys, a younger boy, and the cutest little girl possible. Then there is who I think is grandpa.

"Welcome to the burrow, aka home." Says Fred and George.

"Home." I whisper.