A/N: I don't even know why I'm writing this. This is just a plot bunny that popped into my head. I normally hate 1st person POV, but I just had to do it for this story. Hopefully it's not too bad. Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, except Janie.
My name's Janie Grace Elizabeth Walsh. It was the day before we were supposed to move, and I was dreading it. I have a twin named Mikey, who is five minutes older, and we are both 13 years old. We also have one older brother named Brandon who likes to be called Brand, and he is 16 years old.
I was in my room, getting ready for the day. I put on my purple short sleeve shirt, with my jean dungarees, and my black Chuck Taylors. I brushed my hair (which is a pain because it's so damn long), and I put in to two pigtail braids.
I heard Mikey ,and are oldest brother Brand talking in their room. I opened my bedroom door, and listened to them. "You mean delude yourself." Brand said, as I walked in.
"That's what I said." Mikey said, as I walked in.
I saw Brand lifting weights, and Mikey sitting on the bead. "Jesus Janie. What did I say about coming into my room without knocking? I could've been changing!" Brand said.
"The door was open dumbass. And I'm not so big on this idea of moving, as much as you are." I said as I stood with my arms crossed.
"There's someone there." Brand said, as he looked out the window. "Oh it's just Mouth." He said, as we headed downstairs.
We were at the door, and he came in. "Hey Mikey." He said in a bunch of different accents.
Since I was the shortest out of all of them, Mouth thought it would be funny to put his arm on my shoulder, as if I were an arm rest.
"Hi Mouth." I said, annoyed with him. He thinks it's funny to make fun of me because I'm barely over 5 feet tall.
"Jerk alert." Mouth said, as I pushed his arm off me.
"Hey guys! I just saw the most amazing thing! Let me in!" Chunk said, outside of our house.
"Not till you do the truffle shuffle." Mouth said.
Chunk sighed, as he lifted up his shirt, and started to shake. We all laughed. "C'mon, just let him in." Mikey said.
"Kill joy." I muttered, as we opened the door.
"You guys, I just saw the most amazing thing!" Chunk said.
"More amazing than the time Michael Jackson came to your house?" Mouth said, knowing that most of what Chunk said was bullshit.
"And more amazing than when you saved all of those old people from the old people home?" Brand asked.
"Yes! And Michael Jackson never came to my house to use the bathroom. It was his sister." He correct.
I sighed, sat on the couch, and put my feet on the table. I saw Brand glare at me, but I ignored him. I crossed my arms, and watched what was going on.
Data used a zip line to come into our house. I realized that he was going to hit the screen door, and I ran towards it. It was too late, and he crashed into, and then onto me, and then I fell onto Mikey, who fell into Mouth, and who fell onto Chunk, who knocked down my Mom's favorite statue.
We all got up, and I saw that Chunk didn't brake it. "See guys! I didn't brake it this time!" He said, as he held it up.
I already knew what was going to happen, and it accidently slipped out of his hand. It didn't brake, but the penis fell off. "Oh god!" Me and Mikey both screamed.
"That's our mom's favorite part!" Brand said, as Chunk got the penis.
"Hey, Mikey you and Janie wouldn't be here if that wasn't!" Mouth said, with a grin on his face.
"Shut up mouth." Mikey and Brand said in unison, as I smacked him across the face.
Our Mom came home with a Latina lady. "Hey Ma." Brand said, hanging upside down.
"Hey Mom." Me and Mikey both said.
"Hi Brandon, Mikey, and Janie." Mom said.
"It's Brand Ma." Brand said, correcting her.
"This is Rosalita. She's going to be helping us pack until my arm's better." Mom told us. "Now, she doesn't speak a word of English. I'm under the impression that some of you are taking Spanish." She said.
Mouth instantly perked up. "I speak fluent Spanish!" He said.
Mom told him what to say, and Mouth said something in Spanish, that obviously wasn't what my mom told him to say. He had a devious look on his face, and Rosalita looked horrified. "What did you say to her?" I asked him.
"Oh nothing." Mouth answered.
"Okay. I'm going to the supermarket with Rosalita. I don't want Janie or Mikey going outside. I don't want their asthma getting worse or anything." She said, as me and Mikey looked at each other, and rolled our eyes.
"Why don't you just put them in a bubble." Brand said.
"If you let them out, you'll be in the deepest, um sh-." Mom said, but than stopped.
"Shit Ma." Brand said.
"You know what I mean. That's what you'll be in if you let them outside. Dotta...Data use the back door next time. And no more potato chips! Don't forget. I'll be back in one hour." Mom said, as she left with Rosalita.
A/N: I know the ending sucks, but the other chapters will be better. Please review!