~Chapter 1 ~

 “ Good morning honey,” My mum said, wrapping her arm around Dad's torso. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, giggling.

“ Child under eighteen here” I reminded them, burying my head in my bowl of cereal. Sometimes they seem to forget to keep it PG18 around me. Not minding my comment, Dad turned around, to quickly peck her lips before getting back to flipping his precious pancakes. Today Dad woke up super early to make breakfast for the entire household. I was greeted with the lovely smell of pancakes and bacon along with my Dad dancing in the kitchen with an apron tied around his manly waist. He is currently in the lead for making the best pancakes in the family. Which was why I loved wiping the cocky smirk off his face by turning down pancakes in place of cereal. Daddy and his awesomeness replaced his pout with a satisfied grin knowing the little ones would devour it very soon. 

“ You're not taking pancakes?” Mom arched her eyebrows, sitting across me at the dining table.

“ Nope” I popped the P and filled my mouth with delicious goodness. Worry etched her face for a sec, I smiled reassuringly. Yeah, so pancakes were my favorite things in the world. But...... I woke up feeling a bit queasy. I don't think I can manage to take them without regurgitating. There's no need for worry, pancakes can never go to waste in the house of the Kingstons. Little stomachs have to get filled up.

   On cue, my siblings ran into the kitchen excitedly. Trying to shove each other out of the way.

“ Don't do that to your brother Jeremy” Mom cautioned my seven-year-old brother for smacking his twin upside the head. Jason stuck his tongue out at Jeremy, elated that his dear mother stood up for him. I rolled my eyes at their antics, catching a glimpse of Dad showering kisses on Nattie's five years old face.

“ Daddy” she chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck, as he crouched down to lick her up. You know how parents are not supposed to have favorites.....? I'm a hundred percent certain that Nattie is Dad's favorite but he'll never admit to loving her more, although he treats us all equally.

“ Ssshhhh, everyone stop talking.” Silence filled the air, as the laughter and voices stopped immediately.

“ Can you hear any noise?” I studied the faces of everyone as they nodded in negative. “ My point exactly”

My parents widened their eyes before dashing up the stairs as though they were on fire. The rest of us enjoyed breakfast and made small talk. We learned a long time ago that whenever Joey makes no noise then he's up to some mischief. It's not always funny, sometimes we have heart attacks, and other times we laugh and take pictures. Little Jojo is not going to be two forever. A few minutes later, Joey walked in looking as white as ever.

“ White looks good on you” I whistled. He gave me his charming grin, showing his adorable teeth of four. Trotting over with his little legs, I placed him on my lap.

“ Don't encourage him!” Mom warned while Dad stood beside her stuffing his mouth with his fist to stop himself from laughing.

“ What? Jojo needs to know his elder sister will be supportive regardless of what he looks like.” This time, my brother covered himself with baby powder. His blonde hair was white. He looked like the miniature version of ghosts in a horror movie, an incredibly adorable ghost.

“ Haha very funny, I'll smack you but I can count on your best friend to do that for me. She'll get here anytime soon and you'll be late as usual”

My eyes widened in horror as I dashed up the stairs as my parents had done earlier. How am I supposed to shower and get dressed in 10 minutes? I'm definitely going to be six feet under before the end of today. Get ready for my funeral y'all.

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I pulled my hair into a ponytail and stared at the mirror frantically. Out of 10 minutes, I used 6 minutes to figure out what to wear, 2 minutes to debate whether wearing makeup is worth it, and the remaining 1 minute well...... I needed to arrange my backpack. So, all in all, I spent 20 minutes getting ready {. Including having a shower} and ignored my phone ringing. My ring tone was “ Good life” by Kehlani and G-Eazy. My taste in music was interesting.... Listening to it all over and over was fun. So what if Stacey would kill me? I gotta look good too. 

I grabbed my backpack from the dresser, after making sure I had everything arranged before heading downstairs. The living room was quiet as the rest of them were preparing for school before the bus gets here. The parental had this moment of free time to themselves if I don't interrupt. I barely do, I'll rather not be scarred for life. 

“ Stacey's waiting for you outside. I think I saw a pocket knife with her” My mother feigned confusion as Dad snickered. I narrowed my eyes at them before running outside to catch up with Stacey. Did she have a pocket knife? It's not beyond her, she really threatened to kill me in her car and wash it with my blood if I was late today. I might be her best friend but if I die, she'll have me replaced in a matter of days. I was still the world's best friend and so was she. Stacey would hold auditions to figure how who would for the role of “ Zoa”. She might take it over the top and try to find my look alike. That wouldn't work, I'm irreplaceable. No other person existing has the same unique personality as I do. Even though I'm an egomaniac who massages her ego sometimes. We worked well together, I'm a tidbit crazy but Stacey is a lot crazy. We have a lot in common and complement each other. When I'm about to make stupid decisions, she pulls my ear and draws me back ignoring me sticking out my tongue.