Marissa Herman: the world's greatest party girl. Also Slade and Jagger's worst nightmare. You'll see why. Muahhahahahaha

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My mom walked in the door, home from work. I was sitting on the couch, well, standing and dancing to "Move Along" by The All-American Rejects.

"Hey, guess what?" My mom said.

"You're throwing me an 'end of the school year' party?" My face lit up. I lived for parties.

"No…"

"Then what?" I had become less ecstatic because it didn't involve a party. Well, not yet anyway.

"You're going to stay with your cousins for the summer," My mom told me.

"You mean Uncle Phillip?" I asked. I lit up again. They were so fun, and they were rich too. Hehe…

"No, your cousins in Japan," My mom said. I froze.

"Wait, rewind. Run this by me again?" I said. I thought this was a joke.

"Yeah, they live in Domino City, Japan."

"Since when? They just pop out all of a sudden, after my fourteen years of existence?" You can tell I can be dramatic sometimes.

"No…it's just that we don't talk much."

"Apparently."

"Hey! Anyway we haven't talked much since the twins were born."

"There are two of them!"

"No…there's three."

"Exactly how old are these mysterious cousins?" I asked, wiggling my fingers to emphasize "mysterious".

"Well, the twins are twenty-two, and-"

"Twenty-two! I have to stay with old people! They could die in there sleep!"

"Well, what did you expect? I would let you stay with ten year olds?"

I sighed.

"Anyway, you have back-up, the other is fifteen,"

"Do these 'cousins' have names?" I asked. My air quotes full of attitude.

"The twins are Slade and Jagger, and the other one is Chazz," My mom replied.

"Slade and Jagger!" My mom thought I was gunna say something useful. Ha! She knows not! "Who names their kids Slade and Jagger?"

"Marissa," My mom shot me an "I'm not kidding you" look. I sighed

"Fine…I'll go pack…" I trudged to my room and plopped down on my couch.

"Tell me this isn't happening," I said to myself. Yes, I talk to myself. It happens. Get used to it.

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Oh…my…god. They sent me a jet. A private jet. With a refrigerator! And it had candy! HERSHEY BARS! They were my favorite kinds of candy. I mean…chocolate, what's not to love? Good. Yes, I'm hyper. But you need to be hyper to party! I'm talking to myself again aren't I? Well, I guess I should kick back and relax till I get there…

Wait a minute, there's no such thing as relax for me! I'm gunna party! Man, these guys are gunna be in for a rough time…

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The plane landed on a private airstrip. I got off the plane, and realized no one was there to take me to their house.

"Hey, wait a minute!" I said, "What m I supposed to do? Just walk?"

"Yes, the house is right up there," The pilot pointed to the biggest house I have ever seen in my entire life.

"I repeat, I'M SUPPOSED TO WALK!" Me and walking, we don't mix.

"Uh, yeah, basically," The pilot sighed.

"So what am I supposed to do with my luggage?" I asked, still not over the whole walk thing.

"Uh, we have people for that," The pilot explained, as he pointed to the airport.

"You know I've reached rock bottom when the pilot starts getting sassy with me," I mumbled as I started walking up toward the house.

By the time I got there, I was practically dead. The door was really big. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. So I knocked again, and there was no answer. Now I was frustrated. It was such a big house but there was no freakin doorbell! Wait…found it. Hang on…I can't reach it! So they have a doorbell, but what's the point if it's like 6 feet high, and I'm only 5'2! Ugh, this is going to be a long summer…So, I can't reach the doorbell, and no one is answering my knocking, so there's only one thing left to do…

"Open the door!" I yelled as I banged on the wooden door.

An about 45 year old lady opened the door, finally.

"Oh, heh heh…um, I'm Slade, Jagger, and Chazz's cousin, Marissa. I'm supposed to see them, even though I never met them and now all of a sudden they pop up, and I'm seeing them for the summer, and you don't care do you?" I questioned while taking a step inside.

"Hi, I'm Molly, the head house keeper," Molly explained.

"Hiya, nice to meet you. Sorry about the banging, I just wasn't getting in and…ya know. So where are Slade, Jagger, and Chazz anyway? Did they get lost or something?" I asked noticing the GIGANTIC interior of the house. I mean jeez, who really needs a house this big? It was bigger than my uncles, and he had a mansion, his own lake and island, complete with a waterfall, and a wife with seven kids. And there were only three of these guys!

"Slade and Jagger Princeton are at work and Chazz Princeton is on his way home from school, Miss. Marissa," Molly told me. I burst out laughing.

"Are you serious? Their last name is Princeton? Hahahahahahaha! Slade, Jagger, and Chazz PRINCETON! Wow, that's s great," I laughed while wiping a tear from my eye.

"Yes, you didn't know?" She wondered.

"No, I'm kind of out of the loop here. So what do the twins do for a job anyway?" I questioned her.

"Oh, they are in politics and finance," She answered,

I sighed, "Wow, sounds boring."

"Well, you can wait in the house. I have food if you want anything. They should be back around dinner," Molly explained.

"Whoa, that's in like five hours! Oh well, I'm sure I can find something to entertain myself in this house," I noted.

"Very well," She turned and walked away.

This is going to be fun after all, I thought as I smirked and ran off.