My bad boys

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     "C'mon guys, let's go!" I shout up to Sammy and Dylan "These boxes aren't gonna unpack themselves!"

~~~ I should probably explain a little more, I'm Ashley Summers. I'm about 5'3 ish, have brown hair with blond highlights and dull brown eyes.

     Dylan is my younger brother but anyone looking at the three of us would believe that he's the oldest. He's around 6'3 with shaggy brown hair and the greenest eyes you've ever seen. He's a little more muscular than the average fifteen year old.

      Tiffany is next at thirteen with long black hair and blue eyes, and she's about 5'2. She is absolutely gorgeous but she doesn't like to show it off, she is the more quiet and shy of the Summer kids.

      Now Samantha is the youngest of us all at eight years old. She got some of all of us. Sammy has my brown hair, Dylan's bright green eyes, and Tiffy's metabolism. Both girls can eat forever and never gain a pound.

     Our situation is a little weird. Most foster kids don't know who their parents are or they don't remember them but our mom and dad just don't give a shit about us.

     The first years of my childhood were great, we were the picture perfect family like the ones you see in magazines. We went on family vacations, sent Christmas cards, threw awesome parties. When I was ten that picture perfect life shattered into millions of pieces.

    

     They took us out for "family fun day" and dropped us off at the adoption agency, then they left, not a bye love ya or a reason as to why they didn't want us anymore.

     Well now my dearest mother and father are loaded with cash and when I turned eighteen I got a letter in the mail from the sperm Donner himself, stating that he bought us a house and in return we aren't to speak to, email, or text them ever again. But I still have to pay the bills on my own, so thank you mom and dad for hating us so much that you bought us a house so that you don't have to talk to your children. So here we are in our new two story house. ~~~

     I hear them before I see them, "put me down Dyl! I'm supposed  to be your favorite sister! Don't make me unpack boxes! Pleaseeeee!?" Dylan walks down the steps with Tiff thrown over his shoulder.

     "I'm not unpacking all this shi-stuff by myself." He corrected himself when he saw me standing at the bottom of the stairs with Sammy beside me watching them.

     "You're right, Tiff is gonna help you unpack boxes while I go to work and take Sammy to the sitters because I know if I leave her here you two will end up getting her to do your jobs. I expect most of this to be unpacked when I get home." I smile at both of them "good news is that you don't have to start school for three days so when you get done unpacking your free to do whatever. Except tomorrow, Dylan has to watch Sammy and Sunday you have to watch her Tiff."

    They stood there for about a minute before "You take that sideband I'll take this one." Dylan said referring to the room full of boxes to unpack.

     "No way! My side has more boxes and these boxes are bigger than yours!" Tiff yelled glaring at Dylan.

     I grabbed Sammy's hand and walked out the door, deciding that I'd let them work it out eventually, and by eventually I mean Tiffany will use those big blue eyes against Dylan and he will cave and give her what she wants.

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This is the first book I've posted on wattpad so please don't correct my every grammatical error please. No one is perfect. Also thank you to the_greenlight for the inspiration ;)
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