Lucky Number 25

Chapter 1: Welcome to my dysfunctional family

~*~* Allison's POV *~*~

"Grandma...you can come out now, wherever you are...", I hollered out.

Still, the 2500 square foot house was dead silent, as though you could hear your blood flowing and your heart pumping.

I was now standing in front of a closet, debating on whether to turn the knob or not.

I groaned audibly. "GRANDMA! I'm frikin' serious! Come out now...I give up. Can we just play another game of hide n' seek? Please?"

Slowly but surely, the closet door creaked open.

"Eh..what were you saying now sugarcube? I won this one?" My grandmother boasted and snickered slightly.

"Yea yea. I hate playing hide n' seek with you. You're so nimble and small."

"The genes run in the family, little one" She said, reaching up to pat my head.

It was true, I was only 5'2". Short and proud.

It was a hot summer day, and by hot, I mean the ones that even Olaf can realize he's melting.

I shuffled into the kitchen, desperate for a 911 phone call on saying that I don't have air conditioning in the house, but decided against that and...

*Ding Dong*

"I'll get it, Grandma!"

I sprinted to the door, regardless of how tired I was, I still sprinted.

I went on my tippytoes and poked one eye in the peephole. Behold, there was a young boy of about 12 years of age, holding a handful of purple daisies, which looked freshly picked from our lawn.

I cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but nonetheless, opened the door.

"Hi...can I help..." I was cut off.

"I THINK YOU'RE REALLY PRETTY AND THE SENTENCE I JUST SAID WAS A LIE BECAUSE YOU'RE UGLY AND YOU'RE BROTHER TOLD ME TO DO THIS." The little boy rambled on.

"Uh...mind trying to speak English?"

It was then that I heard a snicker from the bush on the left beside me. I recognized that snicker anywhere with that annoying snort at the end.

"Grayson Andrew Bates!! Why the heck would you manipulate a boy to prank me? And my natural brown waves are beautiful, thank you very much!" I spat out, planting my hands on both sides of my hip.

Clambering out of the bushes came my 15 year old brother, a year younger than me. He was the typical boy with the light brown quiff, cerulean eyes, specks of freckles across his nose, and a dimple on his left cheek.

"Sorry man, you can go back now" My brother said to the little boy, who ran out of there faster than a teleporting man, throwing the daisies on the lawn.

Grayson turned to me. "Sorry about that Al. I was just bored. Already finished my homework for the weekend" He quickly spun on his heel and dashed through the door, up the stairs two at a time, and into his room all the way down the hall.

"Hmm funny. He's never that nice to me. Must be some lucky girl he's holding there." I mumbled to myself.

My thoughts were disrupted by the cacophony that was coming from the end of the street. Unfortunately, it was getting closer and closer to my house.

Finally, I recognized the '80s music blasting through the open windows of the old Ford Mustang. The clattering car paced to a stop on the cement driveway. Out stepped the crazy couple that went down in history. Meet Mr. and Mrs. Bates. The people who were responsible in raising me, a calm, innocent teenage girl.

I groaned inwardly. "Daddddd... how many times do I have to tell you to stop playing the oldie music and not blaring it out so that the neighbors' windows break?" But deep down inside, I still love both of them.

"How-dee-doo my skootaroo!" my dad said as he walked through the front door.

Poor guy. He's still stuck in his own world. Ah, I'll just let him be.

"Hi honey! How was school today?" my mom asked cheerfully.

Well at least someone tries to be normal today.

"Hi mom." I give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "School's the same as every other day."

"Glad to hear that. Well, dinner should be ready. Grandma's making lasagna!"

Wow. I didn't even know Grandma was cooking. I need to replace my nasal passages. Just kidding.

I followed after my mom into the house, closing the front door behind me.

I grabbed my mother's coat, shoes, and hat and put them on top of the hat stand.

Upon entering the dining room, a whiff of the sweet tomato sauce and melted cheese trailed into my nose. Grandma makes the best food in the house. Don't tell mom that.

The plates were already set up and the whole family was beginning to get seated. We prayed in unison, and began to serve ourselves.

After Grayson filled his porcelain plate up with 3 lasagna squares, it was my turn.

I guess I didn't realize I dropped a tiny sausage while scooping into my plate. Grayson sneakily reached under my plate, grabbed the sausage, and flung it at my face...er...well more like my hair.

I gasped in utter disgust. The sausage was stuck in my hair and I let out a little squeal. Combing through my hair with my fingers, I finally managed to disentangle it.

Oh, Mister Bates, you are going to have karma bite your tiny little ass.

Welcome to my dysfunctional family :)

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