Not One In Eight

Prolouge

Unhappiness is an emotion I knew well. First my mom announces to my seven sisters and I that we were going to be moving back to some small town in New Jersey. Then my totally hot and utterly gorgeous boyfriend Matt broke up with me. He said I was too unpopular and wasn't going to become a cheerleader so then he started dating Annie, one of my old best friends.

Annie then decided that since she was dating Matt, the quarterback of our school's football team, that she was as popular as the cheerleaders. So she dumped my other best friend Casey and I to join the cheerleaders and starve herself. Wow you give up two people who genuinely like you to having people who secretly hate you and a school that envies but mostly hates you.

Casey on the other hand was drifting away on accidental. She just got her first boyfriend, had her first kiss and is in love for the first time. I mean she is with him 24/7 now and is so distracted that she went from all A+s to mostly B+s to A-s. I guess she just has a case of the first love just like I've read in some books and experienced only not as bad. I don't think she even notices, too blinded by love to see this dark situation.

"Mom you were the top executive in L.A., why move here?" Snow whines to my mom. She is defiantly a whiner like the others oh and did I mention I'm like an octuplet or whatever.

"Yeah Mom, what if there is no malls here. It's too small so there probably isn't any." Samantha moaned as I sighed, sometimes I think my sisters are too spoiled.

"Samantha is right, what if there aren't any malls." Sara exclaimed in fright.

"Guys, think about it, there are much worse things than malls." I said as they started yelling out random things like cheerleading or beauty or hair. "Guys, there is a mall and you should know that because we used to live here and there is a beach so can get a natural tan. By the way Mom there is this house in the woods and I was wondering if I could stay there instead .Oh and hay you could turn my room into a workout room or a place for tumbling."

If there was one thing I hate most about living with seven cheerleaders and a cheer coach is their constant cheering and tumbling disrupts my reading, sleeping, and quiet time.

"Of course Emmalie but I want you to come to the last three or four photo shoots and oh the eighth is a book signing and I need you to come for publicity." she said as I smiled, I was going to get to live alone away from my peppy, spoiled sisters.

My mom used to be beautiful, she had dark, pink cheeks, long, natural brownish- blondish hair, blue-gray eyes and not too fat and not too skinny. Then she got this trainer in effort to be more fit like she was when she was younger. He made her starve herself, die her hair blonde and she was so over worked that her eyes turned gray .Her cheeks became pale and bony, and she became so tired and hungry that she had to fire her trainer. Now she and my seven sisters are blonde and skinny. Mom's cheeks are pinker and she like them is tan, and boy are they tan.

Then there's me, natural black hair, ocean blue eyes, pale skin from lack of sunlight, and dark, red cheeks when I blush. Like my mother once was, I'm not fat nor am I skinny but I eat like a truck driver. My sisters look me down because I'm not a cheerleader and even if I was one, I'd be better than them and not just a little bit but like ten times better.

So about three hours later we arrive at my worst nightmare, a big, pink house and the inside was not much better. The walls were all pink and there were pictures of the nine of us and then the eight of us and a couple of me after my gymnastics trial and my sisters after theirs. They all ran up to their totally furnished rooms and started giggling over who had the cutest Jake McHaven poster. He is some handsome singer who has all the teenage girls swoon over him.

I stood near a picture of me at my gymnastics trials when I was nine and stood thinking about the wonderful feeling I got when I won the gold medal. Suddenly I realized my mom was in her car honking and I ran back out to her car.

We arrived at a large white house in the middle of the woods. It was in a quiet area where no one was close to me except the hose that was a bit more than a mile and a half. The door was up a flight of stairs and had a place to park a car. I hadn't even been inside and I already loved it. Quiet, had beautiful scenery

"The price is extremely low, only twelve thousand. The people who used to own this house said to start there. You missy happen to be a very lucky girl. Have your mother write me a check and bring her down to sign some paper work." she said as a handsome brunette boy walked in. I felt my heart leap, he was more than handsome he was heavenly. He looked like an angel.

"I'm interested in buying this house." he said quietly looking at me.

"Well I'm real sorry but I already bought it." I said looking smug .

"How much did she propose?" he asked his tone stronger, more urgent, and even fierce.

"Twelve thousand was all I was asking for but if you insist we could have a bid off. The house will go to the highest bidder." the women said and I nodded and so did he.

"Well okay I'll give fourteen. I think that should be a good price." he said a bit smug, probably thinking I couldn't go higher.

"Fine eighteen." I said and smiled.

"Seventy."

"One twenty."

"One twenty-five."

"One forty beat that!" I said as he looked mad but then he got over it and smiled. He smiled like he knew something that I didn't know. Not sinister but knowing and smug.

He walked away and I have to admit he was handsome. Strong, perfect features, he looked better than a model. Bronzeish, brownish hair, amber eyes, well built, tall, and a deeper voice than most kids around sixteen or seventeen. He looked about that age so I assuming he is.

"Okay dear, I think you'll love it here. Close to the beach, quaint, and this house is only about ten minutes away from town. Moonstone is some a pretty place to live, so scenic." the women said scurrying to her bright yellow buggy. She drove away and I called Monty, a man my mom is paying to drive us around, a chauffeur.