I was one of those completely messed up kids, that lived with those completely messed up families, in those completely messed up houses. No, I wasn't happy about it, but hey, it's my life.

Sadly, I am not an only child. Not by far. I have four sisters. Yes, I said four sisters. I don't know what's worse, the fact that we all share one bathroom, or that none of us even know anything about being a lady. Well, maybe Alex did. She was the oldest. The most mature. The most annoying.

She was the big sister that kept her long black hair in a tight bun, and basically ran the house. She was so uptight the broom was so far up her ass you couldn't even see the handle anymore. Sure, she was the beauty of the family, always taking good care of her tanned skin and grey eyes. But if you ask me, she was a lot to handle. She was almost eighteen.

Which is a lot better then what I was I guess. I was the second oldest, my names Naomi, but I guess you could say me and Gabby were tied for second. Her being my twin and all. But still, we may look the same with our elbow length strawberry blond hair and forest green eyes, but we sure as hell didn't act the same.

Gabby was the out going twin. The one who stood up for everyone and to everyone. I mean, don't get me wrong, she was a total sweet heart, and my best friend, but I sure wouldn't want to mess with her or her family. Not to mention how short she is. Well, we are. Only 5'2, yet people don't mess with her…unless they want a punch to the gut.

I, on the other hand, consider myself the normal one. Psh, yeah right. I was, no doubt, the freak of the family. I wore the ripped up jeans and the tutus, I danced down the street, singing at the top of my lungs and waking everyone up at five in the morning, yes, I was the weirdo. Me and Gabby were both fifteen and a half.

Then there was Patricia. She was the girly girl of the family. I mean, Gabby was obsessed with fashion and looks, but Patricia was obsessed with just about everything else that had to do with being a girl. She acted snobby and bitchy, her shoulder length, black hair was always perfect, and her bangs were always side swept to reveal her ice blue eyes. She was another one of the beauties of the family. She was the second youngest at fourteen.

The youngest of the bunch was Bridget. She was twelve and had the same strawberry blond hair as me and Gabby. What was really sad, was how she was almost as tall as me and Gabby. Bridget was a tom boy. A hard core, tree climbing, fish grabbing, tom boy. Her cloths consisted of sweat pants and tee shirts, and her grey eyes that matched Alex's were always excited with the idea of something dangerous to do.

Yes, we were an odd bunch. But, we were family, so we had to deal with each other.

My parents were never home. My dad was one of those big time company manager guys, while my mom worked a bunch of little jobs that she didn't really need to do. Her schedule went something like, Walk the neighbors dogs, feed Ms. Stellworths plants, go exercise for the rest of the day. Yeah, and they say I'm the freak.

I ran in the house, Gabby hot on my trails as we came in with ten shopping bags each. We were welcomed with Alex telling us to stop making so much noise from her room, Patricia asking what we got her, and Bridget telling us she was going out. The usual greeting in our house. I walked to the kitchen, throwing down our bags next to the counter and picked up the note on the fridge from my mom that no one else in the house ever bothers to read.

"Sorry dears, off to work again. Be back by six when your father is going to take us out to dinner. He has some exciting news for us. Until then, there's food in the fridge, eat something green. ~Mom." I read aloud to my sisters who were sitting on the living room floor, throwing things out of Gabby's shopping bags, looking for things in their size.

"Once again, what the hell is going on with this whole dinner thing tonight?" Gabby asked, taking time away from her new clothes.

"Dad probably got another promotion again, that's what happened last time we went out to eat together." Patricia pointed out in her snobbish tone.

"Yeah well it's not like they would want to see their kids for any other reason." I said as I plopped down on the couch and flicked on a Law and Order rerun.

"Could you be any louder?" Alex asked rudely as she walked down the steps.

"YES! IS THIS LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU!" I screamed sarcastically, sticking my tongue out at her. She just rolled her eyes.

"You guys better go get dressed, it's almost six. Dad's going to kill you if you're not all dressed up in time for dinner." She said, looking down at her outfit that I just realized she was wearing. It was a simple black dress that almost touched the bottom of her knees. It had these thick straps and was so high cut it hurt. It looked like a nun dress.

"What are you wearing?" Patricia asked repulsed. She was the biggest fashion queen ever and was highly upset when we chose out dresses that according to her, 'did not flatter us at all.'

"A dress. Like you should be. Now go get changed. We're meeting them at the restaurant in an hour." Alex sneered. God that girl really needed to get out more.

"Come on Noomy." Gabby said excitedly, grabbing my hand and dragging me up the steps.

"I'm not wearing that." I said matter of factly, looking at the green fabric of a dress she held in her hands. It was identical to hers. It was a forest green that almost matched our eyes, and made of scrunched up silk with little silver beads on it. It only clung to one shoulder and I thought momentarily if she really wanted us to look truly identical.

"Oh you love it." She said with an eye roll as she shoved it into my hands.

"No." I said, shoving it back to her, "I love strawberry pop tarts."

"No one loves strawberry pop tarts." She retorted but put the dress away and took out another anyway. It was short and purple, only hanging in the middle of my thigh. It had thin straps and a large bow tied into the back. It was perfect. I nodded in agreement, throwing on the dress and ruffling my hands though my, 'sex hair' Gabby's words not mine.

It was weird how much we looked alike. I mean, we were twins, but I don't think I'll ever get used to it. It was just so…strange.

We went down stairs after Alex called us for the fifth time. She was still wearing the same dress, much to Patricia's distaste, and Patricia, as always, looked completely stunning wearing some slinky red dress that fit her body perfectly. Bridget looked less then pleased as she pulled the girly, blue fabric away from her body. I knew how much she hated wearing dresses.

"We're off to see the wizard!" I screamed, running towards the door.

"The wonderful Wizard of Oz!" Bridget screamed running after my and stumbling on her flat shoes.

"Dorks." Gabby giggled, rolling her eyes as she followed us out the door and towards the car.

"I second that." Patricia said under her breathe. Alex just nodded agreement. I gave them all my famous, 'yeah right' look as I climbed into the back of my dads black company car.

"Is anyone else nervous?" I asked as we got closer to the restaurant that was undoubtedly fancy and boring.

"I am. Just a tad though." Gabby said, her twin senses kicking in. I smiled at her.

"Eh, I'm not really nervous, but I'm a smidgen excited." Bridget said, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Am I really related to you people?" Alex asked, no hint of amusement in her voice like always. I could almost hear everyone roll their eyes.

"Here we are." The driver said from the front as we pulled up at a two giant glass doors. We walked inside quietly, letting Alex do the talking as usual.

"We were seated soon after, our mother and father already in their seats. They smiled at us, not bothering to exchange hugs or kisses. They were too classy for that.

"So kids." My mother started, "Your father has some very exciting news."

"Yes. I do actually. We are actually here to celebrate my newest promotion." My dad smiled, patting his gelled back black hair and looking at each of us with his grey eyes. "My new job, will require me to move to Washington. Isn't that exciting?" He said, his eyes still dull, yet a smile appeared on his lips.

"So we're moving." My mother clarified, flipping her strawberry blond hair out of her green eyes.

"Moving? You mean to Washington?" Alex asked repulsed at the idea.

"But I have friends here! We can't leave New York!" Bridget piped up.

"Yeah! And that new shop is opening up next week!" Patricia put her two cents in.

"And I think Justin is going to ask me out soon!" Gabby commented enraged. Even though she dated half of the school's boy population, she had a major crush on Justin and has been waiting forever for him to ask her out.

"Stop it! We're moving and that's it! Tomorrow after school actually. We had to wait a while to tell you. You'll have to pack tonight." My dad said firmly, sticking a piece of his steak in his mouth. "What?" He said, looking at me, "You don't have any complaints?" My dad accused harshly. I knit my eyebrows together in frustration.

"Yeah. I don't want to go anywhere with you people." I said glaring at him, he just glared back. He was used to me being the rebellious one.

Okay, so I'm having a blast righting this story! So I thought I would just post it on here and everything! I hope you guys like this! Review please and tell me what you think!