MARYANN BEER IS A SAINT. Anyone who walked into her pint sized bakery would know that just by looking at her.
She was a woman of American descent; long locks of black hair running down her cream shoulders. Her bright blue eyes having a certain twinkle to them whenever she saw a new customer walk in, and those bright sundresses she would wear everyday.
She had an uncanny talent for baking; cookies, cupcakes, muffins, birthday cake. It didn't matter what it was. She would have it made by eight o' clock the next morning. You could order twelve cakes with different flavors and she'd still have it done at the exact time you wanted her to.
She'd always have this kind smile on her face and would listen to her favorite customer rant about their day endlessly. Even if they happened to be the most annoying person in the world.
Her niece, Kali Beer, was the opposite. Short black hair tickled the back of her neck. Her dark sea storm eyes held the weight of someone who had seen enough trauma to fill a lifetime. She wore simple t-shirts and jeans, revolting at the idea of wearing a dress and had pasty white skin.
She had been adopted by the Beer family not so long ago; her parents leaving Kali with her two twin brothers-Cameron and Cooper, who had just turned two months last week.
The three stuck out like a sore thumb in the Beer family. Aunt Mary had three children-Daniel, Chloe, and Liam. They all shared the bright blue eyes and clear cream skin Aunt Mary had, although they were lacking in her friendly attitude.
Daniel was a pathological liar and couldn't seem to stop sneaking drugs around to the other teens in the neighborhood, even if he told Aunt Mary that he had all A's and didn't need to sell drugs in order to get cash.
Chloe was a narcissist who probably had sex with everyone in her school as soon as she turned sixteen. She was the cliche barbie doll of the family, and could always been seen doing her makeup wherever she went.
Liam was your typical bully who stood outside of your house all day and waited for you to come outside so he could beat the living shit out of you. He had no brains whatsoever, and made poor unsuspecting nerds to do his homework.
Six kids in one house.
What could go wrong?
