Screw It

Chapter 1

        "ASHLEEEEEEEEY!!! WE'RE LEAVIIIIIING!!!" My twin brother called from downstairs. I quickly slipped a grey beanie over my blonde hair and slapped on some mascara to frame my brown eyes. Not literally of course. I shrugged on my black leather jacket to match my red croptop, ripped jeans, and my favourite red converse.

        I rushed down the stairs after saying one last goodbye to the house that held so many memories with it. Today was the day we moved from Washington to Seattle. My brothers and I decided it was too hard to deal with living here after what happened.

        I walked out the front door to all my brothers waiting in their individual cars, or in my twin Ahston's case, motorcycle. I had 4 brothers, Chris, the oldest at the age of 26 had short brown hair that he liked to gell up into little spikes everyday and green eyes. He had recently finished college and was going to be working at a law firm in Seattle. He was by far the most responsible out of all of us.

        Next there was my brother Jason, he had about two inches of blonde hair sticking out in all different directions on his head and brown eyes. He was  currently studying to be a neuro surgeon. At the age of 22 he was already 4 years through university and would be transferring to UOS, University of Seattle to finish his studies. 

        Then there was Cason, he had died his hair red from brown and spiked it into a tiny mow hawk everyday. To go along with his red hair, he had green eyes. Cason was 20 years old and a professional fighter and would be transferring his career over to Seattle.

        Last, was Ashton. He was older than me by 7 minutes. We were both 17 years old. He had short, blonde hair that he never brushed, effectively pulling off the, "I couldn't care less" look. Like him, I had blonde hair but it flowed down to my mid-back. We both had brown eyes but he was 6.0 ft. and I was 5.9 ft. You might be thinking, wow Ashley and Ashton. Yeah, my folks thought it would be funny to name their twins similar names so we could both be referred to as "Ash". Thanks guys. 

        Speaking of my parents, your probably wondering why they aren't moving with us. Well, 6 months ago the law firm that both my parents worked at burned to the ground, in the process killing every person in the building. It wasn't a very big building but 64 people had died that. Before the accident, I used to be the little good girl that got straight A's and never got detention. The fire brought out my reckless side. I changed from being the little nerd, to the bad girl. All my clothes, out the window. My brothers taught me how to fight. People at our old high school referred to my brother and I as "the terrorizing two". Real creative, nice guys. Sense the sarcasm.

        When my parents died, they left us each with a fifth of their lifetime income. My parents were multi billionaires. Long story short, we were all rich with $1 400 000 000 each.  My brother and I were both part of a dance crew, here in Washington. Well, I wasn't part of it, I was the leader. I would be leaving here to one of my closest friends. When I say dancing, I mean break dancing, like flips and shit. We would be looking for a new crew in Seattle.

        I opened the door to my car and slipped on my seatbelt, turning the engine on. Since the driveway to our house was so big, there was enough space for all our seperate vehicles to be lined up side by side. We had decided that we would all take different routes to the new house and race to see who got there first. We were all ready in our cars. Chris, in his red, Audi R10. Jason, in his yellow Ferrari 458 Italia. Cason, in his, black, 2010 Camaro. Ashton, on his, silver, 2014 Yamaha Roadliner S. And me, in my white, 2010 Audi A5 convertible.

All of us looked at each other and nodded our head. My oldest brother chris yelled, "ON YOUR MARKS. GET SET.....GO!!!!" The second 'Go' left his mouth I sped off on the road. According to the internet, the drive should have been 3 hours and 30 minutes, but because of my speeding, I was pulling up into the driveway of our new mansion at a wopping, 2 hours and 47 minutes.