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"MAE" stacy screams on the top of her lungs,

I heard her, i didn't want to hear her tho, but i did what stacy wanted, just like everyone else does, so i hop my ass off the couch, put down my copy of just a number and head up to her room, i walk up the stairs and I turn to the first door on the right, just like it always has been, i walk in and stacy is setting at her vanity, combing her long blonde died hair just sitting in her bra and underwear, and i then get a good look at "THEM"

"How does my sister have a double d rack?"

"Nobody in our family has boobs that big?"

"How does she play sports?"

I guess it was quite obvious i was staring because she then says in her loud voice

"MAE QUIT STARING THEY ARE JUST BREASTS"

I then just got super red, and mustered out "what do you want"

"Did you do my laundry?" she asks

"It's in the dryer, i was reading a book to pass the time" i bark back

"What about my homework?" stacy says

"Already emailed out to your teachers, you are welcome" i say then give a quick a smile.

"Okay now get out" she says then laughs

I take my sisters orders and left her room. I then go to the bathroom we share and look at myself in the mirror, i see my long dark hair, covering my face, which is usually how i had it, my green eyes staring back at me

"Why cant i just tell her no?"

"Why am i so scared of stacy?"

Thats when i start my nightly ritual, i put my face mask on, i brush my teeth and i hear a buzz so i know the dryer is done

"MAE" stacy shouts

I don't know why she does that, our dead grandma could hear that from 6 feet under in her grave

I then head down the stairs and go retrieve the laundry from the dryer.

I am folding her skirts, her massive bras, her PINK sweatpants, and lots and lots of soccer socks.

In this house we get allowance for our grades, stacy and i always have straight A's(all thanks to me) 50 bucks an A every report card. We also get 10 bucks for each chore we do, laundry, dishes, walking the dog, my control freak parents have a long list.

My dad says good grades and doing housework will mold us into fine young ladies, but really its just me doing all the work and splitting the money with my sister, but its okay because i have enough with my baby sitting money to have money for gas and books or whatever i needed, at the age of 14 i started my own baby sitting business, its called "with care" i am basically like a pimp but for baby sitters, i have 3 baby sitters besides myself that works for me, since i give them the work i get 10 percent of whatever they make that night, we have a website and everything, we have a good reputation in town and are always booming with business, I'm like a real boss, the sitters tell me when they can and can't work, and i don't book those days for them.

I'm not completely boring though, i do have a boyfriend Zander Macdonald, he isn't like most boyfriends though, he doesn't cling, he keeps to himself and his friends matt and Blake, they are the smartest boys in our grade,

He doesn't buy me gifts.

He doesn't call me pretty

He doesn't post about me on social media

And i drive him to and from school and mostly pick up the tabs on our dates but I've been with Zander Macdonald since 7th grade when he asked me out on a dare and he hasn't gotten rid of me since and that's how i like it, i know I'm overbearing so that must mean something that he can handle being with me so long, 4 years.

I also have the best friend anyone can ask for, her name is carly nobles, she has been my partner in crime for as long as i remember, she bit me in day care and from that point on she marked her territory, i was her best friend. She doesn't speak up about stacy but i know it bothers her; but we both have never been so bold, especially teen royalty such as my sister herself, even tho she is my sister she would ruin my whole existence at lake view high in just one sentence. Carly is my number one baby sitter, she will work weekends, week nights, holidays you name it, and still be making better grades than me.

Being good at school is always something that I've "had" i can't sing, i can't dance, just 5 minutes of physical activity gets me gasping for air, but dammit i could do algebra by 6th grade. I love to read, either its my face cemented in my phone because I'm reading some juicy teen fic on wattpad, or I'm carrying a book or 7.

I don't mind who i am but everyone at school makes up these assumptions about me, i can say that i don't care what people think but deep down i do care, i only get to do this teenage thing once, i hope I'm not wasting it.

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Authors note!!!

Hello guys! I've always wanted to write a story like this with a girl with a more shy personality, because usually my main characters are bold women i know this chapter is kind of boring but I'm just laying down the ground work, i have great plans for this book but I'm also trying out a new writing style, and if you guys don't like it let me know!!!