Finding Your Aladdin

Meet the Thompsons

"I'm walking on sunshine, whoa oh oh, I'm walking on sunshine, whoa oh oh, And don't it feel-"

I slam my hand down on the alarm clock which falls to the ground with a satisfying bang.

The sun's shining in through the windows and with a smile on my face I stretch with a small yawn like a girl from a face wash ad, with perfectly intact hair and makeup.

In reality, I stretch too far backwards and end up knocking over my nighttime glass of water from the bedside table which smashes on my already dying alarm clock and kills it completely with the remaining water. My hair is far from intact and I never wear makeup before bed (who does?) so you can cut out the idea of a supermodel me. You can, however, add in the morning breath which is surprisingly absent in ads and movies, and the messed up fishtail braid.

I'm contemplating on whether my glass was half empty or half full and what kind of a person that would make me when my older sister, Chrys, jumps off the top bunk of our bunk bed (in a typical romantic story, I'd have my own room and my own bed too) and stands in front of my lower bunk, hands on hips.

"Are you trying out for a one man band?"

"Nope," I reply popping my 'p', "Just waking up on this beautiful and bright-"

"Well, could you wake up a bit more quietly? Some of us are trying to sleep at this ungodly hour!"

That's my brother, Ju. We're twins. Identical twins.

I look across the room and see my brother poking his head of mouse hair out of his sleeping bag. Apparently he finds beds claustrophobic. I don't get how a sleeping bag isn't.

"Sorry, princess. I didn't realise that seven was 'ungodly'. Anyways, you go get some more beauty sleep- you need it."

My face meets with a pillow and I decide to shut up and get ready for school.

Chrys just sighs and climbs back up the ladder, grumbling and muttering under her breath.

I jump out of bed and run into the bathroom just as my twelve year old sister, Lyss, pokes her head out from the middle bunk. Knowing her, I'd probably be better off peeing in the garden. My bladder wouldn't be able to wait for a decade.

"Hey! I needed the bathroom!"

"Lyss, stop shaking the bunk!"

"Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!"

I love my siblings.

"Chrysanthemum, Alyssum, Jasmine and Jupiter! Breakfast!"

The sing song voice you just heard speaking a load of bullsponge? That's my Mum and that bullsponge she's saying are our names.

I think it's time I introduce you to my family.

First of all, there's my Mum. Jane Thompson. She's forty one, brown hair dyed black, brown eyes. She's also a widow who acts like dating at her age is the latest thing. One more thing, my Mum adores weird and themed names.

My eldest siblings is Mars Whitman. He's twenty three and he's my half-brother. He's blonde haired and brown eyed. I don't really know much about him. None of us do, Chrys remembers him a little, she was eleven when he left. He left home when he was sixteen and never came back. I heard he went to jail last year.

Then there's my eighteen year old sister, Chrys, short for Chrysanthemum. She's artsy, musical and a hidden beauty with her dark blonde hair and green eyes. She's got a boyfriend named Tom who was previously her best friend. Now that I think about it, it's kind of cliché. Lucky.