Us? Chaos? Never!?

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We were born with a life to live, a person to live it with, and a person to give it all up for.

Our house hold was a ferm believer in that.

The nut house. As everyone called us, and if we're getting called that on the regular, might as well imbrace it.

I live in a house hold of ten boys, and one girl, of witch speaks jibrish. So Im the one girl in the house of eleven boys, counting my dad. And most would pray to what ever gods they believe in, saying,

"OH DEAR GOD TAKE ME AWAY FROM THESE CRAZY PEOPLE"

But when you live with your panties being hung in the school falg pole, on multiple occasions, you learn to live with the chaos.

Chaos? Us? Never!?

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Family?

It's one thing to wake up to a maniacal beeping that can only be solved by hitting a button, and a complete and utterly diffrent thing, to wake up to an air horn and a screaming twin brother.

Other wise know as, the not-so perfect-but-also-really-annoying- life of me.

Who is me? Atlas Arora Taxson. A somewhat "normal" teenager, who just happens to live with ten boys, and an alien, also known as sunny. She's a girl, I think. I hope.

Anyways​... This situation.

"IM GOING TO KILL YOU" I yell at gage. Me and (my screaming twin) blue on the floor. I got up and ran for this kid. He was fifteen, and I was not going to go easy on him.

Besides, he was the reason the hockey team lost last game.

"GAGE" I ran down the hall, and jumped down all of the steps, waking up the rest of my brothers. I finally jumped on his back, making both of us to the ground. "YOUR A DEAD MAN GAGE HECTOR TAXSON" I yelled punching him in the stomach, not knowing I was drawing a crowd. "You stupid pubescent teenager, you know you don't mess with a hockey players sleep, gage." I said getting up as I left gage on the floor, wimpering at the punch I threw. I turned to meet my dad. "Oh shit" I said. "You have to work on your punches kiddo." He patted me on the head. Obviously sleep deprived, and in need of coffee. "Ok dad" I say patting him on the shoulder​. "Are you aware that it's 6:00AM." Blue said.

I walked into the room, my half coverd in guitars, and puck rock posters. The wall color was black, and my dirty close were all over the place. My bed still a mess from falling.

Blues half nice and neat, nothing on the wall, bed made. The only thing standing out, was a picture. In the picture there stood me and blue in our mothers arms, dad in the background, along with saturn, our older brother, kissing our foreheads.

A memory of better times.

I flopped on my bed. "I hate mornings"