Chapter One
"There was the time we took apart our tricycles." Byron suggested, ripping open the pack of Oreo's on the kichen table and grabbing two.
"Yeah," Adam agreed, helping himself to one of Byron's Oreo's. "But you're really not going to include that, are you?" He shoved the Oreo in his mouth and took a drink of his milk.
"Why not?" Byron frowned, not even seeming to notice that he was now one Oreo short. It wasn't like what Adam had done was unusual. Besides, Byron still had the whole pack in front of him. "I think it would be a great addition to --"
Adam and I exchanged a look across the table and rolled our eyes. "Nerds," we both coughed at the same time, causing Byron to frown.
We laughed; that actually hadn't been planned. Adam, Byron, and I are triplets. Identical triplets, actually. We never really went through the stage of dressing alike, but we've always been pretty close. Inseperable at times, even. Still, it wasn't too common for us to do the same thing at the same time. Not anymore, anyway.
We've always been different, although some people have had trouble noticing the differences in our personalities. Maybe they just can't get over how, well... identical we are. Adam and I are often lumped together, although most people seem to notice right away that Byron is different. Probably because of Byron's disposition. While Adam and I are often a bit louder, admittedly, and bolder, Byron is calm in comparision.... a good balance, I guess. Adam and I take it upon ourselves to make sure Byron is never too calm, though. We can't have that.
Now, back to why people probably lump Adam and me together so often. We're both great athletes, for one. I would apologize for bragging, but confidence is a good thing. Besides, it's true. No use in pretending to be modest. Adam is awesome at hockey -- seriously, it's like he was born to play. Baseball is my thing. We all play, and we have for as long as I can remember. We're also all pretty good at it, if I say so myself. It started out as T-ball, and then went on to Little League, where we played for the Rockets. Now we're on the SMS (Stoneybrook Middle School) team, and the coach said he can probably get us on the SHS (Stoneybrook High School) team. They always take a few eighth graders.
Right, I'll move on now... before this whole autobiography thing turns into a memoir: my relationship with baseball. Hey, maybe I should ask Ms. Belcher if I can write a memoir instead. It would be shorter. Then again, maybe not... I'd probably end up describing every game I remember playing.
Whoa, time to back up... !
This is the first time I've mentioned the autobiography project, isn't it? Yeah... we all have to write our autobiographies. Which sucks. It even sucks more than Nicky (or, as he likes to be called now, Nick... but he'll never be "Nick" to me).
So I guess you might be wondering who Nicky is. He's one of my seven siblings -- yes, I said seven. Get over it. His real name is Nicholas, and he's a sixth grader at SMS. He has a thing with wanting to follow us around... "us" being Byron, Adam, and me. He wears glasses and looks like a total dork, but he's a good kid. I guess. Just highly annoying. Like a fly that won't go away or a mosquito bite that won't stop itching. Only worse.
Adam, Byron, and Nicky are my only brothers. The other four siblings I have are girls. Unless you count Pow (our dog) and Frodo (our hamster), that is.... which I wouldn't. That would be retarded.
Mallory is the only sibling I have that is older than me. I'm even older than Adam and Byron. Okay, so I'm forty seconds older than Adam and about two minutes older than Byron -- it still counts! Anyway, Mal has curly red hair and used to wear glasses and braces. Thank God Mom and Dad gave in and let her get contacts. You wouldn't believe how dweeby she looked. It was pretty pathetic -- even I felt sorry for her. She went away to boarding school for sixth grade, but came back to Stoneybrook for high school. She's a year older than me, although Mom and Dad treat her like she's five years older instead. Playing favorites a bit there, right? All in all, she's not the worst big sister to have. Just nerdy. Kind of like Steve Urkel without the suspenders. Okay, not really, but that mental image made me laugh.
Next is Vanessa. She's a year younger than me. Up until she was about ten, she went through this stage where she was constantly rhyming. She has brown hair and blue eyes, like everyone else in the family (except Mallory Urkel, haha). She used to wear glasses as well, but Mom and Dad let her get contacts the same time they let Mallory. Pretty unfair to Mal since she had to wait two years longer, but Vanessa was elated. If I had to spend one full day with one of my sisters, I would choose Vanessa hands-down. We're not super-close, but at least she wouldn't try to act like my mother the whole time (unlike Mallory). As far as Margo and Claire, my other two sisters, well... we're getting to them.
Margo is ten-years-old and in fifth grade at SES (Stoneybrook Elementary School). "Loudest sister" is a toss-up between her and Claire. Margo is known for being bossy. She's constantly telling everyone what to do, and when and how to do it. I really don't know why she bothers wasting her breath. Not like anyone besides Claire ever listens to her. Still, she tries... I think she wants to be like Kristy Thomas. Or Hitler. Same thing.
Claire is the youngest at eight years of age. She's the baby of the family: plain and simple. For the most part, everyone gives her exactly what she wants whenever she wants it. She's a true bundle of energy.... like Energizer Bunny or something. Claire is very... persistent. She knows if she keeps at it for long enough, people usually give her what she wants just so she'll shut up. She's also easily distracted, which comes in handy. She can be sweet, sure... but about as annoying as Nicky. And Margo. Luckily, they don't really bother me too much... they know they're getting in over their heads when they mess with me.
I guess I could have gotten worse parents. There really aren't too many rules here. If you're under twelve, you have to be in bed at ten, but you don't have to go to sleep unless you want to. If you're under nine, same thing only you have to be in bed by eight. If you're twelve or older, then you're pretty much free to go to bed whenever you want. Be home by ten on school nights, and by one on weekends -- until you graduate middle school, in which case you don't even have a curfew on weekends. Yeah... my parents are pretty liberal. I'm not complaining about it.
Now that I've told you about my abnormally large family, we'll get back to what I was talking about. So.... I would just refuse to do this autobiography project and tell Ms. Belcher (my English teacher) to get over it, but I can't risk being kicked off the baseball team. That would be a great loss for the entire team. I'm the MVP, afterall. So I'm stuck summing up my life story in thirteen chapters. Yipee.
That's why Byron was talking about the time we took our tricycles apart. He wanted dibs on that memory, I guess. You see, Ms. Belcher is making us tell each other which memories we're choosing so we don't all have identical autobiographies. I don't think she gets that we all have our own lives, rather than sharing one life. There we go being lumped together again.
Sure, we have quite a bit of memories together, but we're all different. As long as I'm forced to write this autobiography, I'm going to give it a purpose. Being a triplet is awesome, but I want Ms. Belcher to understand at least one thing by the time she's done reading. This isn't the autobiography of a Pike triplet: this is the life story Jordan Pike.
And let me tell you... he's one jammin' dude.
A/N: This autobiography was inspired by stoneybrook_rpg on livejournal, where I play Jordan Pike. The actual autobiography will start in the next chapter -- just like in the Portrait Collection books. : ) A friend of mine pointed out that it's ironic for Jordan to have one before Mallory. Anyway, I'm a bit Jordan obsessed. I made him a Complete Guide, and a link can be found on my author's page on here if anyone else is actually interested. Last thing: Adam and Byron's lack of a detailed description was done completely on purpose -- ever heard the saying 'show, don't tell?' Well, you're going to be seeing a lot of them in the chapters to come... :D
Sorry for long author notes, promise the others won't be as long. The second chapter will either be up tomorrow or Friday. Let me know what you think so far! : )