Hey guys, I'm doing this story for the LGBTQ+ to show my support.
Please give it a chance.
It will be short, probably no longer than fifteen to eighteen chapters.
Chapter 1,
Why didn't you tell me
"Lyn, where'd you put my clean underwear!?" Yells Jackson, my little brother, meanwhile I'm just trying to get in some extra sleep before I have to wake up and get ready for school. This is my Senior year, and Senioritis is kicking in early. Jackson is fifteen and only two years younger than me.
"Jacky! Mom needs your help with the twins and we can't find Trevor! Is he with you?!" And that was Ricky, my other little brother, he's thirteen, and a pain in my ass.
"Lyn!"
"Jacky!"
Jacklyn is my name, but I normally go by Jacky, and Jackson is the only one who calls me Lyn.
"In your underwear drawer under your pants! And No! Trevor is not with me!" I shout, groaning in frustration as I literally roll out of bed. Sometimes it can really suck being the oldest.
"Thanks Lyn!"
"Jacklyn! Are you up!" Yells my dad knocking on my door.
"Yeah!"
"Okay, hurry and get dressed then go help your mother with Jaylee, and Faith, I'm gonna' keep looking for Trevor."
"Okay, try the closet in Kaiya's room, he likes to hide in there." I tell Dad.
If you haven't already figured out, I have a lot siblings. six to be exact, three brothers, and three sisters, and I'm the oldest. Jackson is the second oldest, Rickey the third, Trevor the fourth being 8, Kaiya the fifth being 6, and then Jaylee and Faith being 8 months. We have a big family, and to top it off my mom is seven months pregnant. We don't know the gender yet, mom and dad want to be surprised, but they've got names picked out. Caleb if it's a boy, and Sera if it's a girl.
Once I'm dressed I head down stairs into the kitchen where I see mom with cooking breakfast for everyone. Faith, and Jaylee were in their high chairs with mom taking a break every few seconds from frying bacon and sausage to give the spoonfuls of baby food.
She really is a great mom, and always makes times for her kids.
"Mom, I can finish feeding them if you want." I tell her as she turns around, sweat evident on her face from cooking.
"Oh thank you Jacklyn dear." She smiles, kissing me on the head and handing me two spoons, the jars of baby food open on the table where I take a seat.
"Hey Faith, Hey Jaylee." I say smiling as I use both my hands to feed them. When you have six younger siblings and are the oldest, you learn to be ambidextrous. Not Kidding! I can write with both my hands, but left is my dominant.
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Loyal Always
Short Story#WattPride Meet Jacklyn, she's sassy, loving, funny, and extremely loyal. Now meet Jackson, He's Jacklyn's younger brother by two years, and is loving, funny, kind of shy and just plain awesome. And now meet Peter Blackwell, He's handsome, well buil...
