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Chris POV
"Chris! You better get up now or there wont be any food left!" my dad yelled. Yup my name's Chris or Christy- short for Christine. I was contemplating in my mind whether I should just stay in bed longer, sacrificing breakfast just for an extra couple minutes to be lazy or not eat till lunch- my not so life changing diet decision was interrupted by Ty slamming my door open, "Dad said get up" he pulled me off my bed by my ankles. I was lying on my stomach so when I fell I hit my forehead on the floor with a thump, giving me a headache. That better not leave a mark. "You suck!" I yelled as he ran quickly ran out my room laughing like the sick butt hole he is.
I looked at my head in the mirror moving my bangs up. It wasn't a big bump but it was red. I was muttering threats under my breath while putting on an old pair of jeans on and an old football jersey. I put my wavy hair in a high pony tail as usual, and tried to hide the hideous bump on my forehead with my bangs. I sighed frustrated and decided to just cover it up with makeup. Eh I can do that later.
I yawned entering the kitchen. I saw my brothers shoving food into their mouths like there was no tomorrow; I couldn't really say anything, since I ate like that too. I opened the freezer, making sure I hit Ty with the door of it and took out an ice pack. "Jerk" I muttered.
I plumped down in my seat next to Rodney and took a plate of pancakes. I put syrup on the side of the plate and mixed butter in with it and dipped my pancakes into it. I leaned back into my chair; an ice pack placed on my head in one hand, and pancake in the other. I glared at my older brother, Ty. He laughed at me causing me to throw my syrup drenched pancake at the cocky smirk on his face. What else was I supposed to do? Let him laugh at me and letting my other brothers think its ok to do what he did to me? Nope.
Rodney, Brent and Ash howled in laughter, bits of food flying out of their mouth.
"Guys" Dad shook his head disapprovingly, though slightly smiling.
I live with my 4 older brothers and my retired Army dad. There was no mother figure in our lives ever since she died while in labor with me. So naturally, I grew up as a guy. Baseball and football instead of Barbies and dress up. I had no emotional breakdowns because my boyfriend broke up with me (mostly because every guy at school are afraid of my over protective brothers to actually date me), no squealing over shopping and spa days, and I'm totally fine with that. But there was a lot of cheering and pizza around the TV when it was football season.
My family means everything to me. Ash and Ty are both 18 and twins. Those 2 are the ones who cause the most trouble; and I'm sure they're the reason why most teachers hate me. Brent had to repeat junior year last year and is also a 19 year old senior. He's the one who taught me how to wrestle, and flat out pounded any chances of me being girly, out of me. Rodney is in college, 22, and coaches the Forks high school football team that Ash and I play for. Then there's my dad. My dad is my hero. He retired from the Army a few years back; when mom died he never had a breakdown, he stayed strong. Well that's what my brothers tell me.
I heard Jake's car pull up, and I threw my plate in the sink. I kissed my dad's cheek bye and was out of the house.
"Hey Chris" Jake greeted form the driver's seat as I slipped into the back seat with Embry. "What's up with the ice pack?" Embry held up the item in question in his hands. Dangit I forgot to put it away.
"Ty" was all I said when I pulled up my bangs. "Oooh" Quil winced. "That bad?" I chewed my lip. I pulled my emergency makeup out of my bag and covered it up with some foundation. Even though I don't act like a girl, doesn't mean I'm not going to care about my appearance. Well like my face and crap, I'm never going to let myself go, not like that's possible.
"That's the most makeup I've ever seen you wear, Chris" Embry laughed as he slowly got out of the car.
"Em! Can you take any longer?" I pushed him out with my foot.
"Impatient are we?" Jake rose an eyebrow "You could've just used your door" he opened the door on my side. Oh..
"I swear! That teacher hates me!" I threw my books into my locker not so gently. I'm pretty dang sure, Mr. Craw, my science teacher hates me. "I honestly deserved a C on that stupid test" I complained to my best friends while we were walking to the next class.
"Poor Christy, not getting a C while her best friend got an F" Quil put a hand over where his heart is supposed to be. If he even had one. I shoved him into the lockers, I'm proud to say that I do have some muscle thanks to football and baseball. So when he punched me in the arm it didn't hurt much.
"You guys are so violent" Jake joked, he pulled me into a head lock, ruffling my hair.
"Sometimes I wonder why I hang out with you guys" Embry shook his head at us.
"Cause we're so freaking awesome, mostly me, and you hope that just a tiny bit of my awesomeness will rub off on you" I stated seriously taking my seat next to him.
"Hello Christine" I already hate this guy, just by the fact that he called me by my full name. "I was wondering if you'd go-" the dude must be dense or something or just plain stupid. First of all, don't call me Christine 2. Never ask me out in front of one of my brothers and 3. He's wearing socks and flip flops. Shoot me now. Not to mention he's a freshman.
"Hey little sister! Is this guy bothering you?" Ash put an arm around my shoulders. Ash was big- like huge. He's a line backer for Forks High School (even though he goes to school on the res). The poor guy, Eliot, looked like he was about to crap himself.
"Oh its nothing, right Eli? Now what were you saying to my little sister?" Ty popped up from no where.
"Yea, what were you saying?" I smirked. And this is why I don't have boyfriends.
"N-nothing" and Eliot scurried off. He literally scurried, he reminded me of a mouse running away from a cat. I would feel bad for scaring him that badly but this has been like the 5th time he's tried asking me out, luckily for him it's the only time my brothers intervened.
"Thanks guys" I smiled up at my brothers. They may piss me off but you got to love them. "No prob sis"
"So I heard little Eliot tried asking you out again?" Jake questioned during lunch.
"You heard right" I nodded "Thanks to Ty and Ash it'll be the last time he does"
"Chris, thanks to your brothers, you're 16 and haven't had a serious boyfriend" Embry told me seriously. He has a point.
"Honestly Em, I'm just waiting for the right one, and when he comes, my brothers aren't going to do anything about it" I told them truthfully "but right now, they can scare off any other guys that try"
"Dude, did you hear what happened to Paul today in class?" Jake asked from under his car. He built his Rabbit from scratch and is very proud of his work. He, Embry and Quil are all amateur mechanics and somehow I still don't know anything about cars. Which they never let me live down.
"What?" Paul Sanders is a hot headed senior, only a year old than us. But he is the most cocky, arrogant butt hole in La Push, who thinks he's better than everyone. That's my opinion. His best friend, Jared, isn't as bad, but he's not a saint either.
"He blew up at Mrs. Price during Math when she tried sending him to the office. He just screamed at her. Then he ran out before anyone could say anything, the thing was he was shaking like crazy. The guy looked like he as about to have a seizure. No one seen him since" Wow, no one yells at Mrs. Price, unless you're asking for a death wish.
"What about Jared?" I don't know why I care. To me, Paul and Jared are just 2 annoying seniors who can't wait to get out of high school. But something in me is worried about them, especially Paul.
"I heard that after school he started shaking when some guy pissed him off or something. Ran into the woods. Everyone's talking about it, how did you not hear this?" he slid out from under the car to look at me pointedly.
I was thinking about Paul and Jared, just disappearing like that. I heard the same thing happened to Sam Uley and he disappeared for over a month. Maybe it's just a coincidence? My phone buzzed cutting my thoughts off. It was from Rodney,
Practice cancelled all week.
To say I was relieved would be an understatement. I needed a little break from the constant running and work outs. Rodney was the coach for Forks High's football team; and just because I'm his little sister, that doesn't mean he gives me any special treatment. Off and on the field, I was treated as one of the guys. I would be cussed out on the field and I'd take it and spit it out back at them. I wasn't going to run to 'Coach Rodney' and whine about it. But if some guy touched my butt, they'd be suspended from the next game. My brothers have their limits.
"I don't have practice this week" I threw a perfect spiral at Quil who was about to fall asleep across the room.
"Awesome, you never get a break" tell me about it.
"So Rodney, why'd you cancel practice?" he rarely did that unless it was something important. So when he said it was just a small break, I was more than surprised. But I didn't dare question his motives, in fear of him making me run every morning or something.
So this is my life. Pretty normal I guess, as normal as it can get with 4 older brothers. My slightly stress free, not so exciting life. At least that's what I thought.
"Hey Chris? Can you run to the store and get some milk?" Dad asked his head in the fridge. I sighed and got up from my homework, he handed me some money "Thanks" he smiled sheepishly. It's like 8:30, why he wants milk now, I don't know. I put on my slides and ran out the house. I decided to jog, since I'm not having practice for a week. I entered La Push's grocery store, I saw Quil sitting behind the counter sleeping. If his mom didn't work here, he'd be so fired. I shook my head and took a carton of milk out "Quil? Quiiiiil" I poked him with the half eaten Slim Jim beside his head, taking a bite in the process. "Quil!" I screamed and he jerked awake nearly falling off the chair.
"Oh hey Chris" he yawned ringing up the milk.
I shook my head jokingly "I should have you fired; sleeping on the job, eating the merchandise" I listed taking another bite of his Slim Jim. He pulled it out of my hand and gave me the milk "Mom cant fire me, who else will work for her?" he smirked.
"Sure sure" I rolled my eyes "See ya" I waved. Since it would be awkward to run with a gallon of milk in my hand, I unwillingly started walking. I was walking up the driveway when I heard a wolf howl loudly. Whoa I knew there were wolves around here, but that sounded like it was just 2 miles away.
I went back to the kitchen, sighing I sat back down at table, where my Algebra homework was waiting for me. I drummed my fingers ignoring my brothers' shouts as they wrestled like little kids. I was extremely tempted to go and beat their butt, but I was already failing math. Ok focus Christy.
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