"Squid face get your ass up" shouted someone loudly.
"Leave me alone you dweeb!" complained a voice louder than the first.
"Shut the hell up you little twats!" another voice said angrily.
This right here is why I hate Mondays. My annoying siblings always wake me up with an argument. And it always starts because of my twin sister Lacy. She's an early riser so she always finds the time to wake up the triplets. That's right, the triplets. In my family there are nine of us.
Antonio Window, our father, is 50. Jenna Window, our mom, 47. Leo Window, the eldest child, is 24 and has a job, but he always finds the time to visit his fellow "disciples" as he chooses to call us. Leonardo Window, his twin who works as well, only gets to visit us on holidays. Leona Window, the second eldest, she's 19 and she is going to university so we hardly ever get to see her. Then you have the one and only Lacy Window. She's 17 like me but she can't hold her mouth to save her life and she always speaks the truth no matter what. She has gossip on everyone so people are sure not to get her angry, including me, her belly buddy. Then you have little old me, Lucy Window. As you know I am 17 years old and I am very lazy to the point where I know my principal regrets accepting me in the school.
Finally, you have the triplets. Leon, Luke, and Lionel Window. They're 15 and are very much the troublemakers I predicted they would be. They gained the title 'The Three Musketeers' because of their schemes at school. Of course I assist them with my amazing self sometimes because they learned everything they know from me. That is why they call me sensei. I know it's too early but hearing them saying it makes my life feel complete.
Coming out of my thoughts I hear their everyday morning arguments.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Lucy?!" shouted Luke.
"Oh hell no! I know you did not say that you little piece of trash!" I shouted now fully awake.
"Lucy no one was talking to you!" said the boys.
They talk together so much that it's scary sometimes. I mean Lacy and I do it sometimes but not as much as those three.
"Yeah she's like a bee!" agreed Lacy, ganging up on me with them.
"Buzz Buzz bitch!" I retorted, annoyed.
"You little piece of sh-" started Leon before he was cut off by mom.
"I dare you to finish that sentence young man! Now all of you go and get ready for school. And no fighting over the bathroom like last time!" she chided.
When everyone was ready, we went downstairs to see dad at the table drinking coffee.
"Daddy!" We shouted loudly and jumped on him.
"Hey guys. I see that y'all are still giving your mom trouble." He said with a serious expression
"Hehe" we laughed nervously looking everywhere but at him.
"What? Not going to answer me?" He asked with a raised brow.
How does he do that?! Everytime I try I end up looking like a deformed mosquito.
"Well you see I was just minding my business-" I started before I was rudely cut off.
"Lucy was like buzz buzz bitch and I told her not to fight with Lacy" said Luke acting like he's innocent.
The nerve of the little dweeb.
"Yeah we were trying to stop them but did they listen? No they didn't." said Lionel.
"Mmm, that's right," agreed Leon.
You see this is what I'm talking about! Lacy starts a fight and I get blamed for it! Well I ain't going down without a fight!
"Preposterous! buffoonery! Lies!" I shouted, calling upon my limited vocabulary.
"Dad you know me. I would never start a fight without a reason, much less getting up so early to start one. I'm your little angel, remember? I even did a eulogy for your lawn mower and you enjoyed it," I said with a horrified look on my face.
"I know you didn't start anything. I heard it all. But as punishment you all are going to help Mrs. Lilly clean out her attic on Saturday." He said calmly.
"But dad-" we started
"No buts. It's either that or you help Mr. Johnson clean his garage, " he said with bitterness lacing his voice.
We laughed and said," We'll take the attic."
Because of their feud Mr. Johnson hates us, so if we went to his house we would come back angry or he would end up in the hospital. It happened before and it can surely happen again.
When I arrived at the bus stop, I realised that I didn't do my science project and I knew that that would result in a detention. I mean, I've gotten a lot of those but that's when dad is away on business trips, because the only thing he can do is warn me over the phone. Now that he's back I am royally screwed so I'm currently planning my funeral. I want a glass casket and everyone should wear bright yellow to signify their happiness when I'm around them. And how could I forget, I want them to play Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid to signify that I was skin, and now I'm bones.
Anyways, since I am definitely not ready to die, I'll just charm my way out if it. That always works. Right?