This is the day: the day I gain three brothers and a dog. I only just got a new sister, who happens to be my old bully. But she's changed. Haven't we all? Muddle. I am talking crap. I literally opened my notebook and started writing gibberish. Ok- rewind. Way back, keep going, back back back.
Okay- I'll do my best to explain what happened to me and my best friend/ adoptive sister, Zoe, over the last year.
So, like I said, Zoe and I (Tanya) were best friends. We were inseparable and also Youtubaholics. We were obsessed with Zoella and PointlessBlog and everyone else. Then our parents died in one big road accident. We were devastated. But Zalfie adopted us! Then we had a pretty great time. Zoe had twin babies, Amber and Taylor. They married. But then, Amber and Taylor were kidnapped from the wedding hotel by our old school bully, Joye, but Zoe (my adopted sister) and Zoe (adopted Mum) got them back. Joye, our bully, had lived and breathed YouTube too and had been jealous. She had been in care since she was tiny, too, and we'd been in care five minutes before getting adopted by major celebrities. Of course she was jealous. We had been really lucky! So Zoe adopted her too. And then Zoe announced that her poor friend's children were coming to live with us too! Her friend- Leah- had died. But now there would be loads of us. Wow- crowded.
I wake up at half seven. Zoe and Joye, my sisters, are fast asleep: I'll leave them to it. I rummage through my wardrobe. I know the outfit I want. A jersey, black jeans, red converse and a jacket. Not über girly but, well... Confession time.
I've always been a tomboy. Zoe and Joye are crazy girly, but I love football and mud and mess. I support Man U and have all the jerseys, but Zoe or Joye never plays with me. Alfie, you suggest? To be honest, Alfie is girlier than me. But now I'll have not one... Not two.... BUT THREE brothers! Yayow!
So Aaron, the eldest, is twelve. He's the one I'm most excited about! Then Jay is three, and Thomas is six months. Their mum, Leah, Zoe's friend, died and I'm really sorry of course- I know how awful it is- but I'm happy that they're coming here. I expect football, wresting, racing, running, fun. Fingers crossed!!
I slip on my outfit and brush my hair into a ponytail. I hover over my makeup bag. I know I said I wasn't girly, but I do love makeup. I'm the daughter of Zoella, of course I'm gonna love makeup!
I choose pale foundation, concealer and blush. I also use contour and bronzer and cover stick. The basics. Then I apply eyeliner and a peachy shade of lip pencil. I think I look okay. Then Zoe stirs.
"Oh- you're up. Is something on today?" She yawns.
"Er- Zoe! Wake up and smell the coffee! We're getting three new brothers?"
"Oh- yeah. That." She blinks. "THAT! Omigod omigod omigod!!"
She is excited, then. Her screeching wakes Joye, and she stretches. "What time is Alfie getting the boys?"
"He's gone!" I answer. "They should be back about nine, he said."
It's eight o'clock so I go and get some breakfast, feed the twins, take Zoe some coffee and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And w-a-i-t...
