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Chapter One: Kind of Like Being a North
Michael Beardsley recalled the time he cruelly teased his new stepsiblings about killing animals. After several months adjusting to his new life with a new mother figure and ten extra siblings, he began to have a different outlook on his life.
For starters, he became bored with boy scouts, and even began to think it was a bit dorky. With boy scouts as an extracurricular activity out of the picture, Michael had to find something else to do with his time. He thought about his stepsiblings.
Dylan played guitar and made graffiti art. Phoebe also played guitar. Jimi and Mick took care of the family pets. Naoko made films. Joni played saxophone. Lau designed fashion items with his mother, and the twins liked to garden. Even Aldo was creative in his young age.
Then he thought about his own siblings. Will studied all the time. Christina did, well, teenage girl things. Harry brood about all the move he went through in his life. Kelly lived and breathed sports, and his three younger brothers did what little boys did best- play. With the exception of Kelly, he thought that his siblings' extra curricular activities were quite boring. He started to wonder what it would be like to be a member of the North family.
One day, after school, Michael walked into the kitchen for an afternoon snack. It was unusually quiet inside the room, but then a spray of water coming from the sink broke the silence.
At first, Michael did not see anyone inside the kitchen, but then he noticed Mick sitting up on the counter with his feet inside the sink, giving Fiona the pig a soapy bath. His movements were so very still that he blended into the scenery, which came to the conclusion that Michael had thought, for a split second, that there was a ghost living in the lighthouse.
"Mick, I didn't see you there."
"Sorry. Did you need to use the sink?"
"No," Michael replied, jumping up onto the counter on the opposite side of the sink. He stared at Fiona's back for a moment or two in silence. "You take good care of her, don't you?"
"Would you like to try?" Mick asked, handing Michael the sink's hose.
"No, thank you," Michael replied, but took the hose anyway. He pressed down the handle and washed all the suds off of Fiona's back. He accidentally sprayed Mick. Mick laughed, scooping up a handful of soapy water and splashed it against Michael.
"Oh, now you're going to get it!" Michael joked, spraying more water onto Mick. These actions seemed to pass the time rather quickly.
An hour later, Michael laid in bed for a short nap. He woke up with the soapy water stains on his clothing- mostly dry. Why on Earth did he ever sleep in damp clothes, he will never know. To him, sleeping in wet clothing was something outrageous. Heck, wearing jean pants was something outrageous. Something a North would do, and not something a Beardsley would do. He kind of liked being a North.
End of Chapter One
21 August 2007
