Hey you guys… guess what? I'm not retiring! Yay! So, this is my new story! I can't promise it'll be amazing, but I'm hoping it'll be okay. I adopted this idea from humanusscriptor's story My Brakayla Story Ideas and it was originally submitted by Princess-Girl 12, so… that's where I got it. Kay, now for Chapter One.

Brooklyn's POV

"Brooklyn!"

I rolled over and pulled the covers tighter around me. "Go away."

"Brooklyn! Come on, wake up!"

I groaned, shoved my covers off, and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Sitting at the end of my bed, watching me, was my little brother and two of my younger boy cousins. "What are you doing?" I demanded, pushing a strand of tangled light brown hair behind my ear.

"Mom sent us to wake you up," my eleven-year old brother Maxum informed me.

"Well, I'm up, so you can go away," I said irritably.

Maxum squinted at me suspiciously. "How can I be sure you won't just go back to sleep?"

I glared at him. "Leave now or I'll throw my pillow at you."

"Okay, okay! But hurry up, Uncle Boz and Aunt Candis'll be here soon." He turned back to our cousins. "Doc, Logan, I'll race you downstairs!"

As soon as they were gone I swung my legs over the side of my bed and stood up. After making my bed, really making it, not just pulling up the covers like Maxum and my cousins do, I walked over to my dresser and took a look at my clothing options. Aunt Candis was coming over today, and she's practically a fashion goddess on this island, so I had to look perfect. Finally, after almost the minutes of trying on different outfits, I decided on a knee-length white skirt, flowered pink top, and cropped jean jacket. Then I fiddled with lip gloss, mascara, and pink eye shadow until I looked at least okay, then I started to brushed my elbow-length light brown curly hair I inherited from my mom.

See, I normally don't really care about how I look. My island tan, hazel eyes, and curly hair look fine if I just throw on a t-shirt and shorts and don't even bother with make-up. But my Aunt Candis, who normally lives over on West Kinkow but is coming to visit today, loves clothing and make-up and all that stuff I hate. Like I said, she's practically a fashion goddess. And if I don't look like I've at least made an effort every time she comes over, she'll give me a speech about how I have no fashion sense and I need to start caring about how I look now that I'm in high school, then she'll take me shopping and out to get a make-over, which is pretty much torture for me, just like it was for my mom when she was younger and Aunt Candis's BFF.

When I'm finally finished, I give myself a once-over in the mirror, find my appearance satisfying, then turn around and head downstairs for breakfast.

"Will they be here soon?" I asked my mom as I sat down next to her at the long dining room table. The room was almost deserted, except for my mom and Aunt Rebecca. The boys must have already eaten.

"Yes, darling," she said, smiling at me. "They should be here very soon."

"Good," I said. A plate piled with eggs, sausages, and toast was already set into front of me, so I grabbed it, pulled it towards me, and dug in.

"Did you have a good night's sleep?" My mom asked me.

I nodded. "Yup. Maxum woke me up too early, though."

"He woke you up at 8:30, Brooklyn. That's not too early."

"She may be a lot like you, Mikayla," Aunt Rebecca said to my mom, the corners of her mouth twitching like she was trying hard not to laugh. "But her sleep schedule is just like Brady's."

My mom sighed. "Isn't that the truth."

"And what's wrong with her being like me?" My dad asked, wrapping his arms around my mom from behind and resting his chin on top of her head. He'd snuck in when none of us had been paying attention.

She would've jumped a mile if he hadn't been holding her down. "Brady! I told you to stop doing that!"
My dad grinned. He looked just like Maxum when he did that. "And when do I ever listen?"
She sighed again, though this time she was smiling a little. "Never."

"Exactly." He straightened. "They're here."

"They're here!" I exclaimed, jumping up and running out the door.

"Brooklyn!" I heard my mom yell after me. "You didn't even say good morning to your father."

"Good morning dad!" I called over my shoulder. What? I can't help being excited. I only get to see Uncle Boz's family like once a month. Or even less. They live on the part of the island that use to be the dark side, which was now called West Kinkow. My dad and Uncle Boomer and their families lived in the castle on East Kinkow. They were still all co-kings, my dad and Uncles Boomer and Boz, since they were triplets, but Boz had moved to West Kinkow when I was a baby so the whole island would be better covered. And I always really missed them, mainly because they had twin girls a year younger than me, and the only other kids who lived here were my brother and three little boy cousins. The only girls around were my mom and Aunt Rebecca, and they're awesome and all, but they can't beat girls my own age (or close to my own age, anyways).

I ran out into the plaza, where everyone was already gathered (except for my parents and Aunt Rebecca).

"Brooklyn!" Aunt Candis exclaimed, taking my arm and looking me up and down. "You look wonderful!"
"Really?" I asked, unable to believe my ears. She always found something wrong with my appearance.

She nodded, beaming. "Yes, you do. But those eyebrows…" She wrinkled her nose. "We'll have to fix that later."

I sighed. "It's good to see you, Aunt Candis."

"It's good to see you too, dear." She gave me another sugary-sweet smile and walked over to my mom and Aunt Rebecca, who'd just entered the plaza.

"Wow Brooklyn, look how much you've grown," Uncle Boz said, coming up behind me. "How old are you now?"
"Fourteen," I said, a bit proudly.

"Really? Fourteen already? Seems like just yesterday you were only this tall." He held his hand at knee-level.

I just smiled, unable to think of anything to say.

"And Ameera's getting straight As in school," Aunt Candis said loudly behind me.

"Mom, for the millionth time, my name is Wendy," my cousin said, rolling her eyes at her mother.

"Hey Wendy!" I said, grinning.

"Brooke!" She cried, hugging me. "Oh my gosh, you look so grown up!" My cousin Wendy (her real name was Ameera but she preferred to go by her middle name, Gwendolyn, or Wendy for short) was looking pretty grown-up herself. She looked just like her dad, with fair skin, shoulder-length red hair tied back in a ponytail, and sparkling blue eyes.

"Yeah, I love your make-up!" Her twin Alice said. Alice was nothing like her twin at all, she looked and acted exactly like her mother. Then she squinted at me. "But your eyebrows need some serious help…" Can you see the resemblance?

"Okay, let our guest get some rest! You'll have plenty of time to catch up, they'll be staying for a whole week!" My mom said loudly.

The plaza immediately started to clear out. That's what my dad calls the power of Mikayla Makoola-Parker.

~XXX~

"I can't wait to go surfing! The waves over on West Kinkow totally suck," Wendy said as we walked into the Throne Room a few hours later.

I nodded slowly, then stopped mid-nod as something caught my eye. "Gabe!" I said sharply. "What are you doing?"
My youngest cousin, seven-year-old Gabriel Parker, who'd been tiptoeing across the Throne Room with something held behind his back, froze immediately.

I walked over to him and held out my hand. "Gabe, I know you're hiding something. Hand it over."

He scowled and put a goldfish in my hand.

I squealed and dropped it. "Ewww, gross!"

At that moment the Throne Room door swung open and Maxum, Doc, and Logan came running in, screaming their heads off. Which of course made Gabe start screaming too.

"Quiet!" I yelled.

My mom came running in, one hand over her left ear. "What is going on?"
"I can't make them shut up!" I yelled over the din.

"SHUT UP!" My mom yelled.

Instantly the room went quiet.

"Okay," my mom said serenely, as if she hadn't just been screaming at them. "Sit down, and I'll tell you all a story."

"What story?" Maxum asked.

"Tell us about when you and dad first met," I said. "We've never hear that story."

"Awww, that's boring," Maxum complained.

My mom ignored him. "Okay then. When Brady and I first met… Well, that's a very interesting story. And this is how it starts…"

Just so we're clear, this story isn't all about their kids. Not at all. They'll only be a few chapters here and there. The rest in all in the past, the plot is like the summary. Oh, and I have a challenge for all of you. I want to see if y'all can guess where I got all the Parker kids names from. And please review and tell me if you like this so far!