My name is Vanessa Wolfe and Im 15 years old. I live with my older twin brothers, Damon and Derrick and Derrick's son, Alex. Alex's mom died when he was a baby which was about two years ago. We also adopted a hellhound from Greece last year and it was only fit to name Hades.
Me and my brothers are orphans, though we don't act like it. We have enough money to last us a lifetime. But we know better than to spend it stupidly.
I have anger issues, but Damon, Derrick (my twin brothers), and Derrick's son, Alex have it more. When Damon or Derrick gets angry, they run to the forest behind our house and they don't come back till late. They never told me the reason though.
Derrick has a son from his first and only relationship, Rachel. She was a nice person. They had to do a C-section, I think, but she didn't survive. It's really sad that Alex doesn't have a mother, but, then again neither does Derrick or any of us.
Alex is really cute though, but real young and stupid. Whenever he's in the room we have to make sure that everything that can be broken is out of his reach. But for a two year old he can be really strategic, you would've thought he was an army generals son not a seventeen year olds.
And it's annoying how whenever I go out with him, people keep giving me looks like "she's unfit to be a mother" and you know how I know that? I heard two bladies in their twenties talking about me. BTW, I have very perky ears so I heard every word.
And anyway he barely looks anything like me. The only reason he looks like me is because his father is my brother and we share the same blood; other than that, he looks more like his mother than anything which makes Derrick more than overprotective of him.
Enough about Alex and let's talk about me. I have raven hair with maroon highlights in it. I don't know how the red stands out in my hair but it just does. Apparently, I was born his way. And I have an awesome sense of style. If I'm not at home, I'm at the mall buying anything and everything, but within a budget and if I need it I own it. I also love listening to music, which according to my brothers isn't what teenagers like me listen to these days. I mean lots of people listen to 5 Seconds Of Summer and Stereo Skyline. I also listen to all those different "Justin's" and One Direction. My favourite singer though is Ariana Grande. She has an amazing voice.
Anyway, I was just about to make dinner in our huge house/mansion. We live in a three storey house in the forest away from other people though I don't know why, when we used to live with our parents we lived in the suburbs with lots of other people. The house has nine bedrooms, five bathrooms, three living rooms - one on each floor - and two kitchens, the main one being on the ground floor. And lots of other place I have no names for. We also have a terrace that's full of roses, daisies, tulips, etc... Just not daffodils because Damon is allergic to them.
My room is on the first floor with the others. It's lilac, purple and black and it looks amazing. Complete with a walking closet that even has a couch in it, beenie chairs and a white corner sofa. I also have an iMac, a laptop, iPhone 5s, iPod touch, a 52 inch flat screen tv and a queen sized bed with a duvet that has black and whit swirls on a purple background. One of my walls has a collage of my family pictures. Me, Alex, Damon and Derrick (now and then), and my parents before they left and my friends from kindergarten.
As I said I was just about to make dinner when the boys barged in and started talking all at once. Even though I was younger than the twins by two years, it's like I have to act as their mother 24/7.
Damon started babbling about some girl he met at the mall. Derrick was asking Alex how his play-date went and Alex was talking over him telling him how Oliver had shared with him some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Oliver was the son of Katy a young single mother who they met on the playground last Tuesday. Damon said she kept putting moves on Derrick, but he was oblivious to it having only eyes to watch out for his family. Derrick is a very rare guy, she had said, because he had stayed after his son was born.
That is true, but there must have been other guys who stayed when their kids were born. Not all guys are complete assholes. Or are they??
I spooned out my infamous macaronie and sauce with meatbals into four plates and placed it on the dining table set for four. I also put out forks, for Alex a baby fork. He is two afterall. Along with extra sauce in a bowl and salad.
"Hey common guys, dinners ready." I shouted over their voices.
