"Get your stupid butt out of the shower already!", Tyson yelled banging on the bathroom door with all his might.
"I can take as long as I want!", Stephanie yelled back.
"I need my shaving kit."
"Oh yeah? For what? You gonna shave that strand of hair you've been growing since last June?"
"Open the damn door,Stephanie or I swear I'm going to break it down."
"I'd like to see you try."
"Tyson Michael Deveraux! Don't you dare!", my father bellowed from the kitchen. "This is the fourth time this month that you've broken down the door. I will not keep fixing the doors just because you feel like proving that you're the damn Hulk."
"But dad....", Tyson whined.
"No buts or I'll kick yours. Now get in here till your sister gets out of the bathroom.
Tyson huffed but finally dragged himself to the kitchen.
"Hey nerd!", Tyson grabbed my book right out of my hands.
"What the hell is your problem?", I snapped. It was way too early for me to tolerate his idiosyncrasies.
"Tyson.", my father said, warning clear in his tone. "Give the nerd her book back."
"Father!" Now it was my turn to get mad.
"Come on honey. You seriously need to stop reading and get some sort of a social life. It's becoming painful to watch."
"What the hell is this?", Tyson threw the book back to me. "There was not one single picture of a naked chick in there."
"Well what'd you expect dummy?", I said, leafing through the pages, searching for my place. "The book is titled 'Mein Kampf', which for your pea-brain, means 'My Life' in German. It's a book about Hitler."
"Well this is a shocker! Even for you Jules. First older guys and now BDSM? I did not see that coming!", Tyson flashed his devilish smile, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"What?! How does my reading an autobiography make me a-- a-- There's not even a word for it!"
My father watched silently smirking at us every once in awhile.
"There is. Its called--"
"Tyson!", my father finally interjected sensing what was most likely a word not to be said at the breakfast table.
"Morning everyone!", Nathan came bounding through the front door to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes slathered with maple syrup. "Isn't Catherine coming home today?"
"No. Your mother had another meeting to attend during her trip so she'll be back home tomorrow."
"Good Morning Father.", Zach strolled in, a sullen look plastered on his face.
"What did you do to your hair?", my father basically screamed in fright.
My brother's otherwise blonde was dyed black with streaks of purple and even a bit of green.
"I needed a change in scene. My theme for the week is black.", he said taking a plate for himself and pouring a glass of orange juice. "Oh and if anyone needs me I'll be in my room contemplating man's existence in a man-made world."
And just like that he was gone again.
"Good Morning family!", Stephanie came strutting into the kitchen, a towel around her body and another adorned on the top of her head, like a turban.
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She's All That
Teen Fiction"She was a whirlwind of crazy chaos; but she was so damn passionate, that she was worth it." Julianna was far from perfect. She knew that. With a crazy messed up family to love her and a seemingly ordinary life, she became the embodiment of the aver...