Chapter 14

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I finish talking to Kyle and then walk into my room and flop onto my bed with a long sigh, I swear I do everything around here, not putting their own siblings to bed, the boys are so lazy.

I switch on my iPod speakers allowing a random song to come on and I make sure it's not so loud so it won't wake the kids up.

The thing about having twelve brothers is that I kind of pick up on their music tastes. The typical old rock bands, pop music that kind of thing.

I change into some pyjama shorts and a matching shirt due to it getting late now and I still need to go down and help clean up.

I change into some pyjama shorts and a matching shirt due to it getting late now and I still need to go down and help clean up

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I know the boys wouldn't have helped out much it's just what they are like. So turning off the music I head back out of my room in my comfy clothes ready to help my brother and boy I can't wait to climb into my bed later.

I finished and walked back upstairs to my room closing the door. I laid down on my bed and then closed my eyes falling asleep.

"Kids, get up now." Grey shouts through the speaker things she installed in all of our rooms and I jump awake groaning as I realise it's day time.

Monday. Great.

Which only means one thing.... We start at a new school.

I frown and push myself out of my bed and then walk over to the closet.

I pulled out my disgusting uniform. Yes sadly we have to wear school uniform to this bloody school. Grey told us yesterday and we were like "WHAT?! As at our old school we wore whatever we wanted.

 Grey told us yesterday and we were like "WHAT?! As at our old school we wore whatever we wanted

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I pulled it on the white shirt, black and blue jacket, black skirt, leggings and black shoes. I didn't mind if I know it could be a lot worse but overall I always hated uniforms. I feel like it's because the people who didn't save my parents were all in uniform when they died.. I know it's stupid but I just wish they saved them.

Looking in the mirror I cringe. It is so gross, and really not me. The skirt is the worst I always hated black skirts.

Frowning I brush my hair and then slip on my black school shoes. They are all black so the school better not have an issue with them.

I don't normally wear makeup all the time but I felt like it today. I just did a simple look, mascara, foundation, concealer, eyeliner and then a lip gloss as well.

 I just did a simple look, mascara, foundation, concealer, eyeliner and then a lip gloss as well

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After brushing my teeth I grab my bag closing the door and then walked downstairs

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After brushing my teeth I grab my bag closing the door and then walked downstairs.

I walk into the kitchen where I see chaos and feel my head hurt.

Great. I forgot about the mad first day morning rush.

"Jack... give it back." I hear jake whine and see him pouting as jack has taken his bowl of cereal.

"Boys." Grey sighs frowning as he packs the younger ones bags.

I smirk slightly at jake and jack and then i walk further into the kitchen towards the table where jake is trying to get his food back from jack who isn't letting it go and holding it.

"Guys..... god it's only cereal." I say grabbing another bowl from the counter and then placing it in front of jake.

"There.... Now you have got your own." I say placing the cereal box in front of him so he can pour it for himself.

He frowns but slightly smiles up at me and then starts to pour his own.

I just notice that the noise in the kitchen has stopped and I frown in confusion and look up getting slightly startled as I see my brothers looking at me.

I frown "what." I snap

Kai's the first to speak "Woah.... You are actually wearing a skirt. It kind of looks... he starts but I cut him off

"Awful. I know." I snap

He smirks and rolls his eyes "no, I was going to say nice."

I make a Pfft sound, yeah sure he was.

Jake, jack, mason, mark, Kai and Kyle are all in the same kinda uniform except that they have pants on instead.

They look pretty smart but I can already tell they are making it their own by not tucking in their shirts or doing up the ties.

Where as Ryan has another one as he's a bit older than us and wears a different uniform in year 12. They are all similar but the colours are all different since he is in a different area of the school to the rest of us.

"Okay guys, you all ready to go." Grey asks once we've all left the kitchen and we nod back at him and Greg.

"Good luck guys." Greg smiles

"And sky don't stress too much about boys okay kiddo ." Dion and deacon say

"Bye grey." I smile at him as we grab our bags and close the door.

"What cars are we taking." Mason asks

"Whatever car. I'm going with Kyle." I shout and then glare at mason and Kai "I don't trust either of you two." I say and they shrug agreeing.

We take two cars, me, Kyle, Ryan in one and Kai, mason, jake, jack and Leo in the other as I glare at them.

Ryan, he's in senior year and like at the top as he's 19. Kyle and Kai are in the eleventh grade, mark, mason and I are in the tenth as they both got held back for poor grades.

Jake and jack are in the 1st grade and then Leo is in reception.

We arrive at the school in about 20 minutes to see people in the same uniform hanging around and we pull into the carpark.

I look out of the window to see a huge building that looks posh.. is that the right word to use? It looks kinda weird.

The others pull in beside us and we climb out fully aware that people are looking at us. My guess is only because we are new and there is so many of us together.

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