My name is Alex Russo, I'm 20 years old and I live with my older brother, Justin and my younger brother, Max. We live in a small apartment, is all we have right now, but we don't complain. We have each other and that's the most important thing right now. It didn't used to be like this, we didn't get along, especially Justin and I, but things have changed. The past years have been really hard, but we managed to move on, and all thanks to my brother Justin. He sacrificed a lot just to take care of Max and me, even though he didn't have to and for that, I'm fully thankful, though I think I haven't told him yet.
We used to be a regular family in New York. We lived in Waverly Place. My dad, Jerry, owned a sub sandwich restaurant, it was called "Waverly Sub Station", the idea was original, but you learn to hate it when you spent many unpleasant moments in one place. My dad opened the restaurant a long way back when he was single. He then met my mom somewhere in Central America; they got married and moved upstairs, to the Loft. My mom, Theresa, used to help him around, you could see she barely liked the restaurant, but she kept helping anyways. They were good parents, the one who embarrass you most of the time in front of your friends, but I guess every kid at 14 feels embarrassed of their parents. Yes, I was 14 at the moment, I was a freshman and was popular on high school, but quite a rebel and very lazy, many teachers hated me, well I don't know if they "hated" me, but I was definitely a headache to them.
My brother Justin was all the opposite, on his sophomore year, he was a bright student, you could say the best of his class, probably of the whole school, he had always been smart and I was always teasing him, I thought he had no life and no friends, because he was a dork. He used to collect dolls; he called them "action figures", still dolls to me, such a nerd. We used to argue all the time, but it was mainly my fault, I was a headache to everyone around me, well except to our parents or at least they hid it well.
Our youngest brother Max; was 11, still in 6th grade, he was an average student, he was talkative, hyper and he could be really random and awkward most of the time. I used to make fun of him and he wouldn't understand, he would change an insult to a compliment; he didn't care about what the world thought about him, he was just Max, always smiling and making jokes, bad jokes, but they always made me give a little smile.
We all had to help in the Sub Station in our free time, but I didn't really enjoy it. I would usually sit around most of the time and managed to make Justin and Max do my chores without them even noticing I was manipulating them. I always got away with it. While they were working I was chatting with my best friend Harper, we've been friends since we were 5, she has always been a good friend and besides my brothers, she has always been there for me.
We had a good life, many good memories from that time, they were probably the last good times we had in a long time. But things changed at the Russo's household, I still don't understand how or why it happened, but I do remember how it all started.
A/N: Hey everyone. I finally decided to write this story, it's my first story ever, so I'd appreciate if you please review. Forgive me if there are some grammar mistakes, english is not my main language.
This story is told by Alex, but there'll be some parts in some chapters where Alex wasn't present when they happened, nevertheless she was told about them later.
I do hope you like the story.