The Mistake

Alana's POV

"Alana! How many times do I have to remind you never ever slouch" Mother shouted at me with a look of frustration and hopelessness. "You are hopeless! I wish you would be more like Natalia Devon but no! You have to be like your sister! Your pathetic sister who can't stand the pressure and eloped to God knows where" she snarled before slamming the door leaving me. 

Mother has been fussing about this upcoming charity event this evening. And of course, being my mother's best friend, Mrs. Grey invited us. I hated going to any of my mother's events, it makes me think of Lady's Tea Club. They always gossip and criticize each fucking other, when in reality they're no better.

"Alana! Stop staring into space. Come we must discuss an important topic" Mother snapped.

You'd think for 17 years she'd change her attitude, but knowing Mother her pride always gets in the way.

"What is it Mother?" I asked trying to hide the irritation and exhaustion in my voice. 

"Alana we are going to a charity event, a big multi-billion charity event! What would the ladies there think when they my daughter slouch and looking like death itself?!" Mother all but shouted at me.

"Mother, I assure you these things will not happen" I try to shut her up.

"You better! Or else" she glares at me before storming off like a spoiled child who didn't get her way.  I sighed and groaned when I felt an incoming headache. 

A small, blond head peeked at the door.

"Jordan!" I laughed lightly. Then another head peeked

"To what do I owe the pleasure boys?" I teased my brothers. Jonathan came inside and plopped beside me while Jordan frowned and said 

"Sis, I think you should stop calling me a boy. I'm turning 18 next month. I prefer the term 'man' " he winks at me. I laugh and roll my eyes, no matter how old they are the are and will always be my boys. 

Jonathan snorted beside me "Yeah right. As if! You should know the difference, a man knows how to cook while a boy is just learning how to cook"

"I know how to cook dumbass!" Jordan glares 

"Cook what?! The kitchen, the school cafeteria? Or, or better the cooking class with Ms. Gina?" Jon laughs, clutching his stomach

"You little piece of-"

"Hey! Language" I scolded 

"Whatever the point is that you shouldn't be called a man yet" Jon smirks

"A man doesn't play games on the Xbox anymore" Jordan says, clearly liking his stupid comeback

"Oh yeah? Well a man shouldn't take too long to take a goddamn shower" Jon shots back

"A man shouldn't look left and right for inspiration during class hours" Jordan emphasizes the words 'left and right'

"A man should work hard instead of paying others to do his homework" 

"Well a man should help his brother when crises arises"

"You call that crises when you can't even answer one fucking question because you were too busy ogling the blondie chick to even bother to listen to Sir Fed? I think it's called stupidity Jordan" Jon hisses.

They were practically face to face, nose to nose and spitting saliva with each word. 

"Enough with your ''a man that, a man that, a man that''!" I yelled scowling at the both of them. "Well you know what a man truly is?" I looked at their anxious faces before continuing "A man would never engage in a fight as stupid as your petty scene" I scowled at them