Alexis Miller [Editing]

Chapter one

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"Alexis Miller!" I heard my mom call angrily, "stop terrorizing the kids and be a little bit more useful by refilling the punch bowl."

I sighed, "okay." I really did like making all my little sister's friends afraid of the nonexistent half man, half bear that lived in the closest on the second floor. I crack up just remembering their expressions. My mom really doesn't understand what its like to be bored out of your mind. I mean, I don't want to spend my afternoon, wasting my time, at a kids' party.

Little girls dressed like princesses ran past me, almost pushing me over, to get a front row seat to the puppet show. I have nothing better to do so I might as well watch along with them. Taking a seat,the show is surprisingly somehow entertaining, not because I like that type of entertainment, oh no, but because it is so poorly done. I know my little sister, Anna, loves things like this but the lady is so unprepared and the kids seem to think its the best thing ever.

Most of the parents were giving me looks of disapproval at the fact that I was laughing so hard. I couldn't contain myself, I even had tears of joy flowing. As soon as I made eye contact with my mom, and her deadly look, I recognise the hidden message to contain my laughter else where.

The thing with my mom is, she wants everything, including everyone to be perfect. Ubfortunately, I can't be perfect because I am the typical rebel child; not so bad that I get drunk and do drugs and all that jazz but I do tend to bed the rules a bit. Being in a messed up family of six, you can only imagine how things are done and how the cutest of them all always gets the best of it all. In this case, that's sweet little Annabelle.

Walking around the dinning table several times didn't do me much justice in passing time, checking my phone countless of times. No new messages, well at least none from the person I want to talk to most right now. Adam Jackson is like every girl's dream guy. He is funny and witty and it's never a boring time when he is around.

Everyone calls him A.J for short. Of course he only sees me as a friend, like every other guy I am friends with, but it's not fair. I mean the boy has dark chocolate coloured hair that just sits there in the most perfect mess you could ever imagine. His baby blue eyes get me in a trance every time I actually make eye contact with him. Whenever I talk to him I can't keep myself from blushing a bit at the sound of his deep, raspy voice. Rebecca, my best friend, thinks that I'm in love with him. I wouldn't quiet say that I love him or that I'm in love with him but... I don't know.

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Buzz, buzz

I jump up in surprise to feel my phone vibrating in my back pocket. It's Tristan, my older brother. He was meant to be coming home for the weekend of Annabelle's birthday but I guess since it was already in full siwng he wouldn't be coming. Just great. He left me to suffer alone with a bunch of really annoying ten year old girls. Most of them had a crush on him, I couldn't exactly comprehend that. He is double the amount of their age for crying loud! He is old enough to be their father!!

"Hello?"

"hey Alex, my favourite little sister, how are you?"

"Still an asshole I see. I'm good," I paused, "and you?"

"Aw your still so cute Alexis."

My brother never asks how I'm doing, in fact he actually never calls me. I only see him when he comes home from Uni for spring break or a fresh load of clean clothes. He is in his second year, studying politics. He is the ambitious type of person who was told when he was younger that he could be anything he wanted, even the president; and surprise surprise, he actually had that thought in mind since he was like seven.

"what do you want? " I ask.

"Oh nothing. How's the party? "

"it's okay. At least half of the girls have asked me if you were coming. Are you? "

"No, there's too much traffic and I would probably get there after everyone has left. Tell Ann that I'm sorry and to save me some cake. "

"Yeah okay. You know not everyone would be gone, I think Stacy is sleeping over. "

"oh Stacy, I love that girl like a sister." His saexasic tone says otherwise.

"I'm sure you-"

The call ended without even saying goodbye. That's just the type of brotherly love I receive on a regular basis. It is a little disappointing to know he would only get here when it's all over. This meant that I had about another two hours of total boredom.

At least, If Tristan was here I wouldn't be so inactive. I know he would tease me and at most, annoy the hell out of me but it would keep me busy, instead of having nothing to do but endure through this horrible day.