I was the oldest out of 4. 14, 14, 16, and 17, I am 17 and my name is Brandy. My brothers looked up to me as a leader and someone they could trust. I had parents who would spoil us now and then. That loved each other and us with their lives. Sweet heart high school boyfriend and friends that always had my back. Never popular but never Gothic, emo, a dork, or graded low.

Shiny unburned hair that reached down to my lower back and eyes that looked like I could not hurt a fly. I was about 5'-10'', so taller than most women but happy about it. Being taller made me look real thin, and I have great curves, hour-glass shape with a flat belly, a C cup, and because me and my friends go to the gym to look at hot boys, we decided to actually work out, so we are in very good shape. I even have a part-time job! This was my perfect life, almost too perfect to be true.

It is, sadly. My life is not far off from my dream life but nothing like it.

I do have twin brothers and a younger brother, yah did I mention the only girl out of 4 kids. They do love me and I love them but we do not see each other often. I do look the same as I explained and I did have great friends and a job but my boyfriend just dumped me. Hey, I did not need another guy in my life anyway so I did not really care. My parents do love us with their lives but not so much each other, anymore.

My mom and dad meet at a car sale, believe it or not. They were both looking at the same 1993 Jeep Wrangler and one stepped into the passenger side the other stepped into the driver side and when they looked at each other it was like something happened; they bought the Jeep together and then about a year later my dad proposed. My mom had to cut her job as an around the clock nurse and became a Day care teacher.

My mom loved my dad but, she never liked what he did. He was a mechanic. He could take apart any engine and put it back together with in the next two hours. He knew how to hot wire and pick the lock to any car; he could fix any car no matter what the problem was. He even up-dated cars.

When my mom went to work after I was born she left me with my dad. I, personally, though that was a bad idea because by the time I was 5 I could look at a car and tell you everything about it. Then when I was 10 I could help my dad hot wire cars fix simple things and knew how to drive.

My mom for some reason thought this was a bad thing and did not want this for the rest of her kids. So she wanted a divorce, there's more than that for the reason they wanted a divorce but that was a big part of why they ended it.

So now I don't have the perfect family because I have split parents and all three of my brothers live with my mom and I live with my dad, but I can deal, I see the brothers and my mom one weekend a month.

I am happy that I live with my dad because I love what he does and how he raised me. The only thing that I don't like about him is that what my mom left him and took all his boys he became super bipolar. Sometimes he abuses me but he always apologies and makes it up. I know its bad that he hits me sometimes but I love him and I just can't tell anyone because they would put him in jail and make me live with my mom.

My 18 birthday is coming up, anyway, and my dad promised to buy me any car that I wanted, a corvette z06 and its orange, my favorite color. He said that it was for everything that he had done to me. I really believe he can't help his anger issues, but I also know that there's more to his anger than just missing his family.

Today we are working an old alvis te21 convertible. It was rusted beyond rusted, the engine barley worked and the glass was ether broken or not there, we also have to redo the seats in the car. This car had everything wrong with it; there was a lot of work to do.

We were in the garage and my dad was under the car wall I was gutting it. Together we work fast we needed a new engine, seats, head lights, paint, almost new everything and only one week to finish, not a problem. Like I said with two experienced workers it could be finished within a reasonable time.

"Brandy honey, can you help me." My dad called from under the car. I could barely hear him because the music was loud, it was actually on my favorite song right now, Skillet - Awake and Alive, and I and my head in under the hood. So I walked over and turned down the music.

"What did you say?" I asked

"I asked if you could help me with something?"

"Sure anything, what is it" I was willing to help him with anything to this car because once were done I want it to be in better shape than when it was first made. I took my head out from the hood and turned to turn down the music more so I could hear him better, but not looking at my dad.

"Can you…" He hesitated a little like he did not want to ask. "Can you help me from under the car? I-I can't get out." He said quickly like it was embarrassing he could not do it himself. Well ok, it was pretty embarrassing how long has he been working on cares?

"Really dad you can't get out from under the car." I signed and giggled a little. Still not looking at him I grabbed a rag to wipe the oil off my hands.

"Yah I am stuck, it's like something is blocking me." I turned to look at what could possible be blocking him. It was Mr. Gattia, the owner of the car.

"Oh, Hello Mr. Gatt—" he cut me off before I could finish.

"When is my car going to be finished, I need it before my son's birthday. It's this Monday and if it's not their by then—" this time my dad cut him off.

"Don't worry Zack, it will be done and delivered to you house before then. Free delivery too, we just need the time with no interruptions." He said with a little power in his voice.

"Fine, I'll be expecting it to be their, at my house by 12 o'clock sharp, Monday." Then he walked away. We waited until he was in his car and pulling away before starting to talk.

"Well looks like I won't be going over moms this weekend or celebrating my birthday much." I said in a little sad voice because I was really planning on a great 18th birthday.

"Yes you will honey, I'll make time, Promise." See my dad is super nice, He's willing to do anything to make me happy, just somethings he has some issues and noting to take them out on, but me..

"Thanks dad" I said with a smile on my face. "Do you still need help from under the car?"

"No, now that there is nothing blocking me I can do it myself but now that I know we have less time to finish I was going to skip lunch." I heard a horrible growling sound that came from under the car. I waited a second than it happened again. It was my dad's stomach.

"How about you keep working and I'll get us something to eat." I started for the door to the house when I saw someone walk up to our garage.

"Brandy that won't be necessary I brought food for us all." It was Skylar. She was great friends with my dad before he was married. She helps us out with cars when we really need it. She had her blond pulled back into a messy bun and she was wearing black boots, black jean shorts and a black top. Did I mention oil does not show up on black.

"Thanks Sky, just in time too. We have to give this car a complete makeover in about 8 days."

"What 8 days, but your birthday is Thursday. Are you not going to celebrate it?" She sounded shocked at how much work were going to need to do.

"Yah, but not the way I wanted to. My dad and I were going to get my new car and drive around town a little, I don't even get to see my mom this weekend because we will probably still be working…" I mumbled off this car is in the way of everything.

"Oh. Honey I feel for you." She gave me a hug and we stayed like that until my dad made a grunting noise, picking himself up from the floor. "Dan it's your only daughters 18th birthday and you're not going to celebrate it."

"I am buying her a car!" He raised his voice a little but not enough to say he was going to argue about it, much.

"She's turning 18" Sky was defending me.

"He y, I have an idea!" I said over their bickering, they both put their attention to me. "Dad we could get my car today now and go to the park and eat the food Sky brought there and eat it there. We could be back by noon and back to work." I suggested. My dad came to me from the car and smiled.

"Sky, do you think that would be ok? Getting her present out-of-the-way now would give us more time on the car." My dad asked Sky for approval, Sky was like a second mother to me. She would bring me food and she would take me places when my parents broke up. It was a way to stay away from dad for a while, it was great when me was in a not so nice mood.

"Fine by me." She said and I could not help myself from screaming a mental yes!, in my head. I can have my new car today!

"Yay, Dad try to look a little better, please, let me get changed. I'll be right back."

I left to my room to change out of my black boots, pants and tank top to put on a clean pair of black flats, shorts, and a dark purple t-shirt. On the front it said BITE, and on the back it said ME. As for the rest I have a spiked dog color, spiked bracelets, and spiked ankle bracelets. I grabbed my-one, only see out, way shades and took down my hair. I brushed throw it quickly then ran down stairs.

Today was going to be a day to remember, new car, eating in the park, and a little time to relax before some hardcore car makeover.

Ok, so this was an introduction chapter...but that's it. The rest of the story changes, big time.

Maybe in the next day or so I'll post the next chapter so you will see what I mean. I was never a big fan of writing beginnings or endings because their slow and hard to get into or out of but they have to be done...so. Thanks for reading.