Born and Died 2 Days Apart

Chapter 3: Derek

I was born on August 12, 2002. I am 12 and ready to face the world. I have a pretty decent house. I have one brother and one sister and a rowdy little cat. My mom is a busy mother who has an all day working husband, so I have to help her take care of the 5 year old twins. Our house is two stories high. The bedrooms are on the top story and the kitchen, living room, library, and den are are downstairs. We have a pool outside, but that's about it. Chocho my cat always sits on the couch like a lazy cat would do, but the thing is he's an outdoor cat.

My mother has tangerine red color hair that fits perfectly with her green eyes. She's a very caring mother, but can be very stressed out and in a bad mood. That's when it's up to me. I hate it when that happens, but I can't blame her. She works 5 hours a day, except the weekends, and has to take care of us the rest of the time.

My dad is a tall buff man who spends most of his time at the top of a building in an office. He has light brown hair with light gray- hazel eyes. Whenever he's not in the office, he's in his room watching t.v. Not the most helpful, but we love him too.

My little brother and sister are both light brown haired and have hazel colored eyes. They take those characteristics from my dad. They are a playful bunch which makes it so much harder to not get a headache, but they are adorable!

I have the tangerine red color that my mom has and greenish-blue eyes. I mostly like to keep quiet and stay in my room or play with the twins, but I can yell and be mad. Trust me, ask the twins, when I'm mad, I'm mad and if you stay in the way, you are in grave danger. Just kidding, but seriously, when I'm mad, which I'm usually not, it means I'm really angry. I usually hide it inside and let it go.

"Mommy! Mommy!" I ignore the high pitched cries from my little sister, Amy.

"I'm busy sweetie! Go ask Derek to help you," my mom replies to her yelling.

Great. Just great. I get to deal with bratty Amy.

"Derek! Derek! Andrew took Miss Kitty! He's being mean!" She crosses her arms and looks up at me being all dramatic. Miss Kitty is the really creepy stuffed animal with pink fur and sparkles in her eyes. Amy stole some makeup from my mom's bathroom and used that on her stuffed animal. Now the poor cat has a glob of red lipstick all over where her mouth is, no where it was, blush messily applied on her cheeks, dark eyeliner, and bright blue eyeshadow. The cat now looks like some kind of makeup zombie thanks to the amazing stylist Amy Henderson.

"It's not my fault! You kicked me!" Andrew yells as he came over to yell at Amy. Oh how I wish I was an only child. Then I wouldn't have to deal with all this stupid bickering.

"Well you deserved it! You almost ripped off Miss Kitty's head! And then you took her away! Of course I kicked you! You were being mean!" Amy bursts into tears and Andrew starts yelling again. This is ridiculous.

"Andrew, where is it?" I demand looking right into his devilish hazel eyes.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He responds and starts acting like a smart alec.

"You know what I'm talking about. You have until I count to five to go get her or Buzz Lightyear is mine."

"Not Buzz! Never! I will never-"

"5...4..." I glare at Andrew as I start counting down. Buzz Lightyear is his favorite action figure. If you threaten to take that away, he will do anything you say.

"Okay okay, I'm going, I'm going!" He rushes off to his room to grab Amy's beloved stuffed friend. Seconds later he was back with the pink cat. He tosses it to Amy and she squeals with joy.

"Now both of you, apologize to each other," I say to them as they glare at the ground avoiding each other's eyes.

"Sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

"Good," I say after they say their terrible apologies. "You guys are free to go." Andrew immediately flees to his room and Amy stands there examining her patient Miss Kitty.

"Looks like you need a makeover Miss Kitty! Let's get to work!" She puts on some gloves she just happened to have in her pocket and runs off to her room. I roll my eyes and walk off to my own room. I have such crazy siblings.