That's the shortest of my problems!

Chapter 1 - New Beginnings

Crash!

"Boys! What was that?" a husky, manly voice howled through our enormous house hold from the upstairs level.

"It was all Alec's fault daddy!" replied a little seven year old.

"Ezra!" I shouted at the seven year old in a whisper.

But it was too late as I heard his little feet quickly thud up the stairs. I give an irritated huff as I quickly followed behind.

Okay, wait, wait, wait. Pause. Hold up.

That's me, Alec. I'm 14 years old. And I'm 4' 10". Yeah. 4' 10". I'm pretty short for a 14 year old I know.

If you're wondering what happened, I was blamed for breaking some expensive glass sculpture. That may lead you to believing I live in a rich family. Well, I basically do.

That husky voiced guy? Yeah, that's my dad. He is a major in acting. As in for plays. Like ya' know Broadway and that stuff. My mother does the same thing. Which mean our family income is pretty high.

Oh and guess what. I have 12 siblings. Yeah. 12. All born and raised by my mother and father. Ezra, the seven year old, is one of my many younger siblings. My youngest siblings name is Accado. He is only 4.

But anyway, lets go back to this.

Ezra ran through our house, trying to get to the other set of stairs to run off and hide. But , oh, I wasn't about to let that happen! I started to run after that little brat.

"Get your sorry butt back here you brat!" I shouted at him.

"Alec! Get down here. Now." The husky voice shouted out.

I winced at the sound of his voice as I turned and started to walk down the stairs with my head lowered. I bet if I had a tail it would have been between my legs at this moment. As I walked, my long, purple and black hair dangled and swayed. My hair was about down to about a little under my chest on one side and short to the end of my jawline. My hair was dyed black with bright-ish or shiny purple, as people say, around here and there in random blotches around my head.

Once I cowardly got to my father, I heard his voice boom again for me to look up. He didn't look too happy with me.

"Alec, what happened?" He asked.

Pause!

See, father is more of a reasonable man. He likes to get the story straight before doing anything to us. It actually is kinda nice most times, but a pain in the ass at other points.

And back we go!

"Dad, I swear, it wasn't me! Ezra kept literally bouncing off the walls. Ezra is, and I swear, overly hyper. " I rambled this quickly so I could get a move on with snatching that little brat.

My father's structured, unevenly shaven face watched over me for a few more set of seconds before he nodded, and shooed me off.

With that , I nodded a quick 'thank you' to my father and ran after the brat.

Okay, just so you know, in the end, I did catch that brat Ezra... But, anyway, we are skipping to a few days later.

"Don't make me go Aleks!" I cried out.

"Alec, this is just a part of life. You have to go to the high school"

See, now I got done with middle school last June.

I had spent my summer wandering the town -more like village if you asked me-, lying around my room watching Netflix, dying my hair and getting in trouble by my siblings. -Ezra...-
But highschool was not an adventure I was ready for. I already had a hard time transitioning from elementary to junior high. How was I supposed to live thought highschool?