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This story will be very slow with the updates (sorry), but i promise to never abandon it.

Chapter 1: Attempt 1

"Sometimes my own life confuses me."

My mother (Mary) met my father (Jonathan) at collage. They were both taking Media, Gaming and Computing so they were in the same lessons and regularly ended up partnered together or sitting doing their homework at the same table. The only time their timetables didn't coincide was when my mother was in her business lessons while my father was on a free period.

By Christmas of their first year at college they were dating.

Two weeks before their final exams in their second year, Mary discovered that she was pregnant. Since they were both devote Christians, Jonathan and Mary came to the decision that they were going to keep the child despite the fact that they were both currently living with their own parents. Although they would have preferred to be married before the baby came, neither of them could logistically plan the wedding (or afford it) in the time frame they had so they decided to get married after the baby was born.

Jonathan had gotten himself an apprenticeship that would last a year once he left collage, and it was guaranteed to lead to a full time job. This meant that he would immediately have an income when he left college, before he even got the results of his exams because he started the apprenticeship while he was still at college during two of his free periods (the ones were Mary was in business) and on the weekends.

Mary had been working a part time job at Next, but she was learning from her father how to run their families' computer consulting busines since she would be taking it over, which is why she took business onto the second year and not gaming. Despite the trials and tribulations of planning for a baby, she managed to stay on top of her college work, part time work and what she was being taught by her father without letting her relationship with Jonathan full to the wayside.

My maternal grandfather – Arthur – had been battling cancer for three years but the hospital had informed him there was now nothing they could do to save him. Instead of allowing himself to be continuously poisoned in a futile attempt at extending his life by a few more months he decided to spend his time with his daughter, without being afraid that the common cold would kill him. He hoped to live long enough to see his grandchild born, since he doubted he would long enough to see his daughter wed.

Their first child was a boy. Francis Arthur Ainsworth. Although they were not yet married, they decided to give their son Jonathan's surname since they were planning on marrying just after Mary's nineteenth birthday. The name Francis was in honour of Jonathan's great grandfather who had died in World War 1 getting a group of civilians to safety. His second name, Arthur, was in honour of Mary's father.

Five days after Francis was born, Arthur passed away in his sleep.

Francis was eighteen months old when they found out they were having another child. Because Mary worked from home, she was the one who predominately looked after him. However, Jonathan decided that he would take a month paternity leave when their second child was born so that he could help his wife look after the kids while they were adjusting to having two.

Their second child was also a boy. Joshua Martin Ainsworth. Like with Francis, Joshua was named in honour of members of their family. Joshua was in honour of Mary's many times great grandfather who was an American military leader during the Civil War and he was in charge of the 20th regiment that fought at the Battle of Gettysburg (1863). Martin was in honour of Jonathan's grandfather who he had looked up to and admired because he didn't have much interaction with his own father; it was his grandfather who baby sat him, who taught him how to read and encouraged his interest in computers.

After that it seemed like they just kept on coming, barely giving Joshua and Mary a break. By the time Mary was pregnant for the fourth time, Joshua decided to work with Mary at home. This was both because the business was quickly expanding and Mary couldn't man it alone, and because Mary needed the help with looking after the children.

Child number three was David Tobias Ainsworth. He was named after David from the story of goliath, and Tobias after Mary's uncle (who passed away from lung cancer when she was about eleven).

Number four was Thomas Mathew Ainsworth. He was named after Thomas Edison and Jonathan's favourite author (by this point they were running out of names that had significance to them, but they wanted all their children to have two names as was tradition in their families).

Number five was Arthur Perseus Ainsworth; Perseus after the only demi-god in Greek mythology who survived and Arthur after her father.

Then there was six and seven: Jason Ryan Ainsworth and Orion Gideon Ainsworth were born identical twins. Jason was the name of a great hero in Greek mythology, while Ryan was a teacher that Jonathan used to look to up when he was a kid (he was the one who sponsored him and made sure he got good scores on his GCSEs). Orion was the best hunter in Greek Mythology, while Gideon was an old Hebrew name of a hero in the testament.

And finally there was me, child number eight: Helen Pandora Ainsworth. Helen was the most beautiful women from Greek Mythology with a dagger that could see into the future. Pandora was, according to Greek mythology, the first human women created by Athena and Hephaestus.

Francis wasn't particularly bright, he preferred to do sports and other practical activities without focusing on theory or academically based subjects. Because of this he failed a good portion of his GCSEs but he did just well enough in engineering, graphic design and PE that he was accepted to work as a builder. He didn't move out of home until he was twenty five, because he used to spend a lot of his pay check on drinks when he went out with his mates, but he started saving after my dad threatened to chuck him out (even going as far as to start packing up his room) because he disagreed with his son's alcoholic life style.

Joshua – who was only eleven months younger then Francis – was very good at English. From about the age of five he was collecting books and his room looked more like a library then a bedroom by the time he was twelve. Because of this, he went onto university doing an English literature and creative writing program. By the age of twenty two he had published two books, was writing a third and he worked for a publishing company – editing the books that would-be authors send in.

David – who was twenty months younger than Joshua – was very good at music. Because of this he was an auditory learner, and so he did very well in school across all areas but he did the best in music which he then took onto university. He did a mastery in Music technology and production, and opened a music studio with a couple of his mates. Before he moved out his room was full of instruments: four different types of guitar, a piano, a flute, a clarinet, a violin, a cello, a harp and a recorder (his first instrument). He left the piano, a guitar, the violin and the harp behind when he moved out since he didn't have enough room in his flat for them.

Thomas – who was nineteen months younger than David – was very good at maths and computing. He chose to take over the company from their parents. He took business, maths, computing and media at A-level and did a double major in business and computer science at university. When he came back he immediately started helping mum and dad with their work, learning the way the business was run and taking shifts when their employees couldn't come in (they had to buy a building since their company had grown too big to run from home).

Perseus – who was twelve months younger than David – took an interest in history. His interest started when mum told him the origin of his name. He quickly started learning names, dates, facts and origins of all the ancient societies and worked his way forward independently of school lessons (which he found very boring because they focused almost solely on the last 100-150 years). When he was about 15, Joshua suggested that Perseus take all the notes and time lines he had written and put it into a factually correct, unbiased explanation of history (one book for each civilisation or more depending on the historical content he wanted to include). As well as writing his books, Perseus did a history degree (ancient and modern) and then got a floor job in the biggest museum in England.

Jason – who was fifteen months younger than Perseus – took an interest in acting. He was accepted into a school of drama and arts, and from there went on to do stage production. He had a decent singing voice, he did musicals as well as normal plays. From stage production he slowly branched out into movies. Orion – similarly to his twin – took an interest in dance. He attended the national dance institute, were he then went onto be a professional ballet dancer. Because of their chosen life style, they were both rarely home, and even in England.

Then there was me, sixteen months younger then Jason and Orion. Much to my mother's annoyance I was not very much of a girly-girl (but really, what was she expecting with seven older brothers?). From a young age I was participating in football, tennis and basketball clubs. I attended two different martial arts clubs, and to appease mother I also attended yoga, a gymnastic club and dancing. But I was not just a physically fit person, I was also very academically minded. My older brothers had no problem answering any of my questions, and I was reading their GCSE books before I was even out of year eight.

I achieved the highest GCSE score in my family with 11 A*, (English Lit, English Lan, Maths, Biology, Physics, Chemistry, Sociology, History A, Philosophy, Physical Education) and 2 Distinction* (Level 2 Qualification to Listening and Extended Diploma in BSL, which were optional courses that I took as extras since I finished the cause content early and took the January exams instead of the June/July ones with everyone else). Then I went onto college were I took Chemistry, Sociology, Psychology and Food Technology as A levels (I also independently took the history and computing course, since I had tutoring from my bothers).

Like most of my brothers before me, I moved off to university. Doing this was not as hard on me as it had been on my brothers because mum and dad were providing two hundred pounds a fortnight (like they had with my brothers) and because I had managed to get a job at Primark I was able to transfer my job to the local Primark near my university so I didn't spend the majority of my first year without a job (it was notoriously difficult to get a job in the first year because the second and third years arrive at the university three weeks before). At university I did a duel mastery in teaching and psychology.

I was twenty two years old and working as a TA two and a half days a week at a local high school while I completed my mastery. Since I was doing my mastery in psychology I was attached to the psychology teacher, but I was sometimes called in to substitute another lesson that I had gotten a GCSE or A level in.

"How are you, Helen?" Mr Topman, the psychology teacher asked, as I walked into the class Friday morning.

"I'm well, and yourself?" I asked, setting my bag down at 'my' desk before going to retrieve the text book that they would be using.

"I'm good. How's your mastery coming on?" he asked.

"Good, I've got to do some final checks on my dissertation, post my final online video and submit the link to the exam board and then it's just some last minute revision till my three exams in two weeks." I replied with a light shrug.

"And do you think you're ready for your exams? I remember how stressed and panicked I was when I sat my exam, and it's much harder now then it was in my time."

"I think I'm ready." I said confidently, before ducking into the supply cupboard to get the A3 sheets that the groups will be using in the second part of the lesson.

"Good. I suppose your impressive memory helps you remember facts, and if you know how to answer the questions you should do really well."

"Yes, well that is the joys of having hyperthymesia, my brain just refuses to forget anything." I teased him slightly since Mr. Topman was very forgetful.

"Yeah, yeah, just rub it in." he grumbled slightly, but there was a smile on his face.

Their day passed quickly, the lessons that day was something that they had already covered three times this week with the other classes. Luckily they were the last classes of the week so they would not have to cover it again.

Having never learnt how to drive, I had begun the twenty minute walk home to my small flat when fate intervened.

A car came speeding around the corner, its tiers screeching as the owner tried applying the breaks but they weren't working. He shouted out his window, trying to get the kids of the road quickly, but they weren't fast enough to respond to the man's warning. Realising that he was going to hit the group of five that were trying to get out of the way, he swerved the car. This placed me in the direct line of the car.

I was able to launch myself forward so that I didn't get hit by the initial impact but the car bounced of the metal barrier surrounding the construction site I had been walking beside. The back of the car slammed into me, sending me skidding across the ground.

When I came to a stop I gasped for breath, my head clouding in pain. The car had broken at least one leg, and broken my rip cage. The sliding across the ground had torn opened my back and I had hit my head at some point.

"Miss Ainsworth!" several voices cried out, then suddenly there were facing hovering above me.

"The…driver….get… him…out!" I ordered, gasping for breath before coughing violently. Blood pouring from the side of my mouth; most likely indicating a pieced lung, my brain sluggishly supplied that unhelpful information.

"Hold still," one of the kids knelt beside me, while two of the faces disappeared. "An ambulance is coming."

"Tell… tell… my family…" I struggled to get out as my vision swam and black spots started appearing in my vision.

"No, you'll be okay. You've got to be okay." The student pleaded desperately.

"Tell… them… I love… them." my eyes were falling closing, and the pain was fading.

"I will." The student promised, his voice coming out slightly croaked as he tried not to cry.

Word count: 2601

Edited: 26/06/2018