The siblings of the mansion.

The morning

Hi there, my name is Gento Sohma. I live in a rather enormous house with my older siblings, rightly I figure you'll likely call it a mansion... not a house. Around 12 rooms, 10 washrooms. It was way greater than I expected any house ever required to be. I've lived here my entire life, but I figure my sister had an unpleasant upbringing before my older brother was born.

Will, my older brother, was a genius. I'm not precisely sure about the science behind it, but he's the reason we're able to afford this vast house. Tall and lean, with sandy light hair. His emerald green eyes seem to turn anyone's knees to jello. He was the picture of perfection, not at all like me.

I can't say I'm tall, probably too thin. Walnut brown hair and green eyes that appeared gloomy compared to my brother. Accompanying my eyes were continuously dark rings beneath them. No matter how much I rested, they never vanished from my face. I was like a gray, revolting cloud that everyone wished would blow away so the sun could come out. The only thing that makes me cheerful is Nadine.

She is the kindest, gentlest individual I've ever met. I've clung to her like glue since childhood. Long auburn hair, and a petite tiny figure. The most flawless blue eyes I have ever seen on a lady. She adored wearing sundresses that embraced her body just right. I.. I do not mean that disturbingly, I swear. I sincerely cherish my sister. My perfect sister, my perfect brother... then there's me.

Today was a time like each other. I woke up and stumbled down the steps to the kitchen. I made beyond any doubt to take the room closest to the front of the house, so I wouldn't have to go too deep into the house. I get misplaced exceptionally easily, and I truly didn't need to get lost in my house. When I, at last, made my way into the kitchen I made myself a peanut butter sandwich and held up for my siblings to make their way down.

Will was soon in the kitchen after me. We did the same thing each morning, I would come down first then him. We would see each other and wave feebly at each other. No words between us. I can't say we're close, but we are friendly with each other, or at least as amicable as we can be with the hierarchy of our family. Will knew he was superior to me. Much like an alpha tolerates the betas within the pack, my brother tolerates me.

At that point, she came. Nadine strolls into the room and it became brighter.

"Good morning, my brothers! I believe everyone rested well last night?" She sang the same tone she tells her good mornings every day. She grabbed an apple and took a nibble. Her smile was like a bright beam of daylight sparkling down on me, a forlorn small blossom. My brother and I both gestured, agreeing that we rested well, even if that may be a lie. After we both ate our tiny breakfasts in a hush, then we headed out of the house before the storm arrived.