The Wrong Way Is Always Wright

(2) Don't Mess With Millie

Millie~

I turned the corner and walked down the street towards Hawthorne Corner. Again, I dug my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket. When I got to the corner, I leant up against the wall, bringing one leg up and putting my foot on the wall. Just as I had settled into that position, Izzy's yellow Ferrari span around the corner. I pushed myself off of the wall and chuckled as the car screeched to a halt. I opened the door and slid in.

"Dude, I swear you're like some psycho maniac on the road," I said as she sped off. I quickly buckled up my seat belt.

"Y.O.L.O," was her only reply as she took one hand off the wheel to do the little hand gesture.

"Still, I don't trust you!" I said, and we both laughed. I turned up the radio and we jammed to some music for the few minutes it took to get home.

The large black gates opened up for us and we sped through and down the drive to our families' mansion. We all live in the same house but since there are so many of us, 17 to be more precise, it's not your average size house.

We are the Ward family. We basically own the whole of the east side of the city. My great grandfather started Ward Enterprises when he was in his twenties and it blossomed from there. It is now one of the biggest companies in the world and my father and two uncles are the co-owners/co-CEOs. My dad is really close with his brothers so we all live in the same house.

However, when I say all of us, I mean, all 17 of us! First of all, there is my dad, who is married to my mum. They had six kids, one of them being me. There's Jace, the oldest, Todd, Jesse, then me, then Tom and finally James. Then there is my Uncle Mitch, the second of the three Ward brothers. I swear he is one of the funniest guys I have ever met and he is married to one of the sweetest women I have also ever met - Tessa. They had two kids, Isaac and Izzy, short for Isobelle. Finally there is Uncle Mason, the youngest of the Ward brothers. He is also married to a really nice woman called Courtney. They have three sons called Rob, Ryan and Brent. Together, we make up the main part of the Ward family.

Izzy pulled up into her car spot in the family garage. Immediately I jumped out, heading over to the door that led into the main house, with Izzy close on my heels. As soon as I entered the boisterous shouts of my brothers and cousins rang loudly through the halls of the mansion. Even though the room that they were in was on the opposite side of the house to where we were their shouts were clearly heard and I understood why the studies for my father and uncles were soundproofed.

I walked swiftly across the house to the games room. As I neared the shouts grew louder. I stopped in the doorway, taking in the scene in front of me. There was Rob, Jace, Todd and Isaac playing Call of Duty on the Xbox. Todd was jumping up and down holding his remote, Isaac was shouting insults at the screen and his opponents, Jace was trying to hold back his laughter as he thrashed all three of them, and Rob, the least talented on the Xbox was sat seriously on the end of the sofa, concentrating only on the game.

Then there was Ryan, Brent, Jesse and Tom on the foosball table all shouting at each other as they frantically moved their players and turned their handles to make their players kick the ball. Finally, I saw James, the youngest of all of us at 14 years old, sitting in the corner playing a game on his iPod touch.

He lifted his head to look around the room and caught sight of me, his eyes widening. I smirked at him, pressing my finger to my lips - as if to say 'shut up' - and gesturing to the others and then cutting my throat. A smile tugged at his lips as he sat back in his chair, placing his iPod on his lap.

I smirked once again, and cleared my throat loudly. Call of Duty was paused and all you could hear was the sound of a ball slowly rolling across the foosball table as all 8 boys turned to look at the doorway.