"Jane! Jane, wake up, you loser!" I opened my eyes slowly, groaning. I looked up. My older brother, David, grinned down at me.
"David, why don't you just wake me up at a more reasonable hour?" I mumbled, wiping the sleep from my eyes. I sat up on my bed and yawned.
"Dad wants you to go to the market and get some milk so we can have breakfast. You know there's no food in this place." He snorted.
"Maybe that's because this is our second day living here," I retorted. I pushed him and laughed. "Get out here, I have to dress."
He left. I sighed softly. Generally, moving is stressful. Especially moving across the country with three brothers and the world's most immature dad. I guess maybe I should describe myself and the situation before I go on. You know, before anything cool happens in the story.
My name is Jane Geller. I'm sixteen and 5'1. I have dark red hair and blue eyes. My brothers always laugh at me for my height. I'm kind of on the skinny side... nothing wrong with that, I suppose. I do, however, think there is something wrong with how pale I am. I really need to discover sunlight again.
My oldest brother is David. He's eighteen and a senior. This is his last year with us and I'm worried about what he's going to do after high school. I don't think he has good enough grades for college. Lord knows we don't have enough money to send him off to an expensive college....Anyways; David is almost as immature as my dad. David lives for the moment and has always had a way with the ladies. A ladies man, I guess.
Then, there is Carter. He's my identical twin so obviously we look alike. He's older by six minutes. Carter is really shy and quiet. He loves to write poetry and ask me deep, philosophical questions all the time. A lot of people call him a social outcast, but I don't care. He's my best friend.
So, after David, Carter, and me there is Ralphie. Ralphie is eleven and very sweet. I love the little guy and he is really curious, like most kids his age, I guess. There isn't much to say about Ralphie. He's a good kid. Ralphie is the only one of us that looks like dad. The rest of us look like my mother, Angela.
Finally, there is my dad. Malcolm Geller. He's tall and skinny with black hair and bright green eyes. He laughs a lot and its always an impossible task to make him see the seriousness of situations. I'm surprised my dad can still manage to be cheery these days, since my mother died. Her name was Angela. She died in a car crash about a year ago. Dad always says that all of us kids take after her, looks wise. Except Ralphie, who looks just like dad.
So there you have my family. We moved to this small town called Castle Rock yesterday. My mother's mom was getting ill and she lived here. Dad decided the best way to take care of her is to move here. Don't ask me to explain it.
Okay, so this is it for now... I need to go to the store and get the milk so we can fix breakfast.