December 14, 2016

Lexi POV

"That is it!" my mother shouted.

"Fine! That's it! Good—"

I put my headphones on to muffle the sound of our parents fighting. It
had been going on for weeks. Usually I just tune it out, but my sister
Ana had been listening, and she couldn't figure out what it was about.
Then again, she wasn't the brightest crayola in the pack.

I always would wish I could leave when they fought, but Detroit,
Michigan wasn't the safest place for a ten year old girl.

I heard the door slam through my headphones, signaling the end of the
fight. I waited thirty seconds, then left my room and came downstairs.

"Nick and Chrissy like their new schools," my mom was saying. When my
dad left the house after a fight, my mom would pretend nothing was
happening and talk about something else. It was almost as if she
wanted him to leave her.

"Mom, Nick is going to a boot camp in Britain. Chrissy is going to
some snobby prep school. What's to like about either of them?" my
other sister, Aly, asked. Nick and Chrissy were our older brother and
sister they were twins, but other than their looks they were nothing
alike. Nick was a huge trouble maker, and Chrissy was some advanced
talented smart girl going to some highly exclusive school, blah blah
blah. Sounds snobby to me too.

Like our twin siblings, me and my two triplets are completely different.

Alyssa Luna Night, Aly for short, is the good girl with the purity
ring, or at least that's how I thought of her. She tried to act good,
when really she was plotting deviously behind that innocent smile of
hers. That's why she got along so well with our brother Nick.

Analisse Jane Night, nicknamed Ana, was crazy, hyper, and all-around
annoying. She didn't really get along with me or Aly exclusively, and
certainly not Nick or Chrissy.

And then there's me, Alexandria Rose Night, called Lexi. I'm the "bad
girl," or at least, that's how everyone thought of me. I guess I'm
just a loner, and could come off as mean, uncaring, and a bully, but
really, I have my morals and stick to them. The mean in me had me
losing the few friends I had, however.

Anyway, our mom always told us how Nick and Chrissy loved their
schools, which we didn't get at all. Last year, around their birthday
(which we didn't even get to spend with them, except over Skype), my
mom and dad sent them to live with our grandma in England so they
could go to their respective schools. Our mom always said we could
visit them this summer, which for some reason always made my dad
upset. Probably money issues. With six kids, that happens a lot.

Yes, six. I almost forgot Mia. Our four year old sister came into the
kitchen just then, and my mom immediately brightened up.

"Mia, how would you like to go visit grandma and grandpa and Nick and
Chrissy?" our mom asked.

"I thought dad said we couldn't?" Ana asked.

"Oh, forget him, we're going. Maybe we'll get there in time to
celerate you're birthdays all together," she said to us triplets.