I thought I was a planet?

Jupiter

"What's school?"

"Why are we going?"

"Who are the kids?"

"What a familiar face?"

"Have they taken someone's face?"

"Calm down," Jupiter demanded, it wasn't loud but it held power, "First we need our identities."

Jupiter held up the folder that was still at his end of the table.

"Aren't they on a metal ring?" asked Mercury.

"Yes but I think- ah that's it," Jupiter said opening it midway through.

"Stupid Pipsqueak," Venus muttered.

"I just said what everyone was thinking," Mercury defended, as Jupiter passed the identity papers around.

They all read their paper.

They read it again.

If someone was outside of the house, they would have gone deaf from the noise.

"What does it mean I'm Pipsqueak brother?"

"Why am I twelve?"

"Mars stop complaining, I'm eleven,"

"What's asthma?"

"What's selective mutism?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Shouted the Sun, "We will deal with these problems, just SHUT UP!"

Jupiter and Saturn weren't much help: Jupiter was staring away from Saturn while brushing furiously and Saturn was still squinting at the piece of paper.

"Everyone will go around the table and say how they fit in this family and anything they think is important," stated the Sun.

There was several seconds of quiet.

"Well, who's starting?" the Sun demanded.

Mercury spoke up, "We throught you would start,"

"And we didn't want to interrupt you," Venus finished, grabbed Neptune's tapping hand.

"Okay, My human name is Helios Solar. I am 55 and the adoptive father of Mercury, Venus and Uranus and older brother of Jupiter Solar. Also I own a multimillionaire company." Helios explained.

"You're a multimillionaire?" Asked Earth, the only one shocked, as Neptune wiggled out of Venus' grip and began tapping again.

"No, just a millionaire with a steady income," Helios replied.

"Why is this so important?" Venus asked, scowling at Neptune.

"He's rich," said Earth, as if that explained everything.

"Mercury, you're going next," said Helios, with no room for arguing.

"I'm Mercury Solar, youngest adopted son of Helios and I am 12." Mercury paused before whispering to Helios, "Should I say anything else?"

"No," Venus replied, not looking at Mercury and wondering if he could put his feet on the table.

"Do you want to continue Venus?" Asked Helios, slightly sarcastic.

"I guess," Venus shrugged, "Venus Solar, 13, middle child whatever that means, adopted son of Helios," Venus seemed to finish before muttering, "anger issues." And then suddenly shouting, "STOP TAPPING!"

Neptune paused, while Uranus took great offense.

"He can't help it. He has Autism." Shouted back Uranus.

"It's annoying and I am sitting right next to him." Venus screamed.

"THEN MOVE!"

"THAT WON'T WORK!"

"BLOCK IT OUT!"

"THAT'S SO EASY ISN'T IT?!"

"JUST CALM DOWN!"

"CALM DOWN?"

"STOP MAKING THINGS BIGGER THAN THEY ARE!"

"I'LL MAKE A DENT IN YOUR HEAD BIGGER THAN YOU THINK I CAN!"

"YOU CAN TRY!"

"I WILL B-"

"VENUS SOLAR AND URANUS SOLAR," came a shout at the head of the table, "if you do not both stop shouting, we are going to have a serious problem."

Venus was about to snap back but Jupiter glared at him.

"Guys," started Mars, "Where's Neptune?"