Chapter 1
"Junie it's time to wake up! It's time to wake up!" May said. She's one of my younger sisters and

why my mom named her after my worst enemy I do not know.
"Be quite squirt! Let me sleep!" i yelled at her and put the pillow over my head. It's one thing to

share a room with her. It's another to have to wake up at 6 every morning to this.
"Ok dokey," she said. I sighed a relief. Peace and quie...
"OK UR DONE SLEEPING NOW!" she yells in my ear.
"I SAID BE QUIET!" I yelled back at her. She starts to cry. Seriously, now this?
"Fine I'll wake up!" I said softer. I yanked the covers off of me. The winter cold freezed through

my black pjs. I pulled May of my bed and put her down on the floor. We walked down the stairs to the kitchen together and I warmed up some milk for my five year old sister. As it heated in the microwave, i contemplated on my past life.

I'm sixteen now. My life has changed so much I don't even know where to begin. When I was May's age, my worst fear was buses and clowns. But now, I'm so worried about my dad being taken away from me and then I'll have to take care of my brothers and sisters by myself.

After my mom had Ollie, three years later she had twins, Marissa and Sandra. Apparently that wasn't enough for her. She got pregnant and had my other brother Steward. And she wasn't done yet. She then had May and a couple months back had Gregory. But after she had him, she went into a mental breakdown. I guess six kids were too much for her. My dad put her into a mental institution and I really hate her for putting me in this situation. Now I get to be the mommy for my eight year old twins sisters, six year old and six months old brothers and May.

"IT'S DONE!" May yells in my ear.

"Be quite! Other people are sleeping!" I told her as I got the milk out of the microwave. I set it on the table for her. She slurps it up noisly. I looked at the clock. It said 6:45. I yawned. I'd have to be getting ready for school in a few minutes in order to have time to get my siblings ready. Life sucked.

"You stay here while I get ready. Don't move," I tell May. She just looks at me and I take that for a yes. I rush up the stairs and into my room. I changed into my black basketball and pulled a dark gray t- shirt on. I grabbed a sweatshirt to keep me warm and rushed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I walked down the stairs while tying my hair into a ponytail and notice that May wasn't sitting in her chair.

"May!" I called out. No reply. "May, you better come out NOW!" I ordered. A chocolate covered May crept out from under the kitchen table. "May what in the world?" I said.

"I just wanna get some hot choco," she said shyly.
"WHY MAY? WHY?" I yelled heading for a tissue to begin to wipe her up.
"Junie B., is everything all right?" my dad asks me from behind.
"Oh, you're awake." my dad said sleepily.
"Yep, and May is causing me stress," I tell him.
"Let me take care of her. You go and wake up the others," he tells me.
"K," I said and handed him the tissues. I charged up the stairs and knocked on the boys room

and the twins room. "GET UP YOU LAZY BUMS!" I yelled. I charged back down and took four peanut butter sandwiches out of the refrigerator that I had made the day before and put them on the counter.

"Bye dad!" I hollowed at him, hoping I could get to school early today and avoid my siblings breakfast wars. I almost got the the door before my dad grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back into the house.

"Junie B. you are NOT leaving me with your brothers and sisters by myself!" he said with an angry look on his face.

"But..." I said

"Get in here and help me," he growled at me. I huffed and dropped my backpack by the door. Dad handed me Gregory and his bottle. I settled myself on the couch with him and stuck the bottle in his mouth.

Minutes later, Ollie comes stampeding to the door. Marissa and Sandra follows him.

"Where's Steward?" I ask Ollie. He just shrugs. i sigh and get up with Gregory in my hands and march up the stairs. Steward was in the bathroom brushing his teeth really slowly.

'STEW! HURRY IT UP! UR GOING TO MISS THE BUS!" I yelled at him. Gregory starts to cry and anger and frustration begins to boiling up inside of me. And then the doorbell rings.