The Melancholy Maniacs

Prologue

Meet Angie, my oldest sister. She's 16 years old now, and so cute in such a dark way. She's nicknamed the "mean sister" because she's mean to everyone. Except my sister Maya. And me. Why? Find out later. READ MY BOOK. Anyway, can you believe that a cute, seemingly innocent girl, with black short hair and glasses, could be so dark and unforgiving?

Meet Maya, my "white sister." She's 14 years old now, and the prettiest of us all. She changes her name every two months, and this month, it's Isabelle Baxter. I think she's changing her name to Annabelle Ticonderoga or something. She inherited my Russian mother's beauty and my Chinese father's spunk. She also has queer eating habits. One day she's vegan, the next day she's not. That's just how it is, not that it's significant in any way possible.

Meet Wesley, my "only brother." He's 13 years old now. He's, well, the only brother in my family, and he's so demented. He has tried several suicide attempts, only to be found by us. He's the only boy in our family now, hence his nickname. He was the reason of our horrible childhoods, and he separated the family greatly. We hated him at first, but we got over it, because he got tortured the most, and I guess that's fair to all of us.

And now me, Joey. I'm nicknamed the "nice sister." I'm 11, and the only one who saw my parents leave us, and only I know what really happened. Because of this, I'm the one who helped my siblings grow past our parent's torture, and brought our family to where it is today. It's quite separated, but we still have love.

Our story is a sad, sad one. It has made us become melancholy maniacs, the story that almost devastated us all. This is our story, the story of four children made crazy with two delusional parents, the story of four desperate lives. Don't laugh at us, don't pity us, don't destroy us, for we are ruined, very very ruined. But do read our story, and do be intrigued, and do enjoy yourself. For we rarely experience happiness, we rarely have enjoyment, and we rarely, very rarely have fun. If there's one thing we have, it's each other's love.