In Reverse

Chapter 1

So let me just start by saying, first day of freshmen year = woah. Let's start that morning. I pulled a Riley. I was ready under my covers, but never got up.

Mom: WAKEY WAKEY RYDER!!

Ughhh.

Mom: Don't Ughhh me! Come on, get up. Your dad doesn't want you to miss baseball tryouts.

Mom, those were over the summer, I'm already on the team.

Well, don't kill the goldfish.

What?

Dad: That was a sad, sad day. CHELSEA!

Who's Chelsea?

Mom: A goldfish.

You guys are confusing.

Mom and Dad: I know.

Dad: Whatchu still doing in bed, boy?

My grandfather is the principal, can't he just mark me there for the day?

Mom: Why don't you want to go in today? I'm pretty sure Mason is already on his way over here.

Actually, he isn't.

On my computer, I am video chatting with Mason ad he is still in his bed. I am pretty sure he fell back asleep. Most certainly because I called him maybe five minutes ago.

Dad: MASON!

Mason: I don't wake you!

Dad: So much like his mother.

Maya: I HEARD THAT HUCKLEBERRY!

Dad: Nyeh!!

Hahah, nice one aunt Maya.

Josh: Maya, what did we say about the names?

Maya: we are too old for it and it's a bad example for the kids bleh bleh bleh.

Josh: That's my woman.

Mom: Ahem. Peaches?

Maya: Yes, honey?

She is trying to get me out of bed.

Maya: Well, we can't have that can we.

Dad: Josh, do it.

Right when Dad said that, they jumped on top of us, and tried to wrestle us up about of bed. He kind of just pulled on my legs and dragged me off of the bed. I held onto the head board, and he kept pulling on my leg.

Dad: Time to pull a Riley.

Mom: What?

Dad: He is like me, the boots, honey!

Mom: OH.

WAIT, WHAT?!

Then, Dad just starts pulling on my legs again, then grips my foot. He pulls of my boot, and I fall onto my bed again.

Oomph. Fine, you guys win. But is Grandpa teaching this year?

Mom: Oh no honey. No, we went through that with him.

Dad: Every year from 7th grade to college.
But it won't happen to you. It already happened to you in middle school.

Mom: What are the odds?

Just then, Michiko comes through the window.

Michiko: Well, the odds of that occurring a third time in a century can be quite possible. But we all love Grandpa Matthews.

Mom: I'm sorry Mich, but you aren't related to us.

Michiko: My father said that you two were married.

Dad: That was in middle school.

Michiko: Still counts. And mother says, get over her.

Dad: Okay.

After a minute, I get up out of bed, wash up again, then go out for breakfast in order to get my boot back from my mom. We eat breakfast, then I start putting dishes in the dishwasher.

Mom: What are you doing?

Helping my pregnant mother?

Uh uh, I've been pregnant for 6 months, and you haven't done the dishes since you broke one when you were eight.

So?

Sweetie?!

Dad: WHAT, WHAT'S HAPPENING, IS IT TIME?!

Mom: No, why do you always ask me that whenever I call you?

Dad: I don't know, maybe because when this was born, I was passed out from someone almost ripping off my hand.

You fainted when I was born?

Michiko: Sounds quite accurate.

Dad: No. Isn't it time for school? Go.

No, we need to wait for Mason. Freshmen year is gonna suck. No longer a king. I'm worse than a king, I'm a freshmen.

Mom: Sweetie, I have said those exact words to Grandpa the day of my middle school graduation. You will be perfectly fine. You have Mason ad Michiko.

Who would I be?

Dad: What do you mean?

Mason is Aunt Maya, Mich is Uncle Farkle. But which one am I of you two?

Mom: Me.

I mean I guess so.

Dad: You need a me.

What?

Dad: You need a newbie, a new kid. To balance out everyone.

Mason: You don't want to be your mother. I know I don't.

All: Mason!

Hey, family!!

Dad: Just like Josh. Jeez.