To:You||Diary of Gemma Crystal

Day 2

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I woke up to freezing cold water being poured on me. Immediately, I looked at my alarm clock. You see; there's this thing that us teenagers like to do when summer comes around.

It's something we look forward to every year, besides partying. It doesn't seem that important, but it is extremely essential. It's a very crucial thing in a teen's life. The thing is; It's not even that hard. It's super easy to do, but no one respects it. Why? Maybe because we want it so badly. Maybe because anybody that isn't a teenager is a complete twat. Do you know what it is that we want? We want to sleep in. Simple, right? It's the first day of summer, and I can't even get that.

"Fuck! What the fuck, Dallas?" I sit up in my bed, screaming at my oldest sister. She sets the large cup on my dresser and leans against my threshold, smirking. "Mom said you need to get up." She says as she picks a fray on her work uniform. I look at the clock again. It's 6:30. "No way. It's summer, fuck that." I say as I lay back down and cover my head with my blanket.

I wait to hear the sound of my door closing, but never do. I peek my head out, and she's still standing there. "She said you're not being lazy all summer." Me? Lazy? Ha. I'm the least lazy person in this house. "Is Tristian awake?" I ask, already knowing the answer. She looks at me sideways, trying to figure out what I'm getting at. "No.." she says, unsure of herself.

I nod and smile. "If he's not up, I'm staying in bed." I say while flipping her off. She scoffs and walks out. I try and go back to sleep, but I literally couldn't. I toss and turn, pissed off that Dallas interrupted my sleep and already has my sleeping schedule fucked.

My siblings. Let's see..first is Dallas. She's twenty, and a major bitch. Like, she's a total cunt. You might ask why she isn't moved out if she's already twenty. I don't know, maybe because she has a job. She probably even pays my mom to let her stay, she's that twisted. I hate her living with us, that's for sure. I don't hate HER, I just hate her presence. She's only ever rude to me. Not any of my other siblings, JUST ME. After her is me, I'm the second oldest.

And then there's Tristian, the typical fifteen year old. He's the most laziest thing I've ever met. He's a chubby bear that hibernates on his X-Box 24/7. I understand if he doesn't want to clean his room, nobody does. But he doesn't just NOT clean his room, he doesn't even do simple things that any normal human should do. He doesn't take his dirty dishes to the kitchen, and as soon as he takes his clothes off, they're on the floor. We've never had roaches, but he does. Only in his room. You turn on his light, and you see them scatter. It's disgusting.

After Tristian the blob, there's my favorite. Derby. Well, her real name is Deborah, but we all decided that was a terrible name, so we nicknamed her Derby. She's 14 and my best friend, although we're two years apart. We're inseparable, I'ts like we're twins.

Speaking of twins, next up is Kalin and Miles. The seven year old double trouble team. They're in the first grade, but they have the record of a tenth grade troublemaker. Mom loses her head over them all of the time.

MJ is the opposite, she's a four year old hermit homebody. She likes to be alone and isolated. My mom actually thought she might be mute, but the doctor said she's most likely quiet because everybody else at our house is the opposite of her, and we have nothing in common with her. So we have the bitchy sister, the lazy brother, the favorite sister, the bad boy brothers, and the silent sister. Oh, I forgot me. I'm Gemma Crystal, and I'm a princess.

From:Me