It was move out day for 3 siblings. They were getting the chance to live with their uncle and 4 half-brothers for a year- after not seeing any of them in over 7 years. It was around 9:30a.m. Their mother, Cecile Olszewski, was leading the drive from Queens to Brooklyn in her large, blue car. Her oldest son Roy was following along in his smaller, purple car. The main reason they were heading up there so early was because Cecile had to be at work by 10:30, and her son's car would not be able to contain all of her daughter's suitcases and bags. Absolutely no chance of even half of it fitting...

Roy Koopa is the oldest of Cecile- but only the third oldest from his father. He's an in general 'mama's boy', freshly 17, and a junior in high school. You'd tell in an instant that he's from New York from his sharp, stereotypical accent. Because of his photophobia (light sensitivity), he wears sunglasses like they're prescription glasses. He has very fine, light blonde hair that's normally under a pink beanie. Ever since he could remember, he's always been fascinated with the 50's greaser style. You'd probably never catch him without his signature leather jacket on. He's on the muscular side with broad, slouchy, shoulders. He was a pretty mean kid, always beating on his younger siblings. Of course, he's gotten much, much calmer now. Just don't rub him the wrong way…

For Wendy Olszewski-Koopa, growing up as the only girl out of 7 was a struggle. She's a tomboy at heart, but strives to be more girly. From this, she always goes all-out on jewelry and accessories in her attire. She's a sophomore in high school that's soon to be 16 in September. She's on the thinner side, flat chested with larger thighs. Since she couldn't grow hair on her head until she was 5-6 years of age, she takes great pride in her hair. She refuses to use any dyes in or have heat on her hair, and only uses the best hair care products. She now has wonderful, wavy strawberry blonde hair that goes halfway past her back. But- you can't forget about her sparkly blues and full, pink luscious lips. Let's be blunt though- she's a brat. Spoiled, greedy and snobbish. Always has been. None of her siblings really ever enjoy her presence. She has a rather large ego, and will stick her nose up at anyone lower than her.

Larry Koopa is the youngest of all of his siblings, the 'baby' of the family. Despite being a 14 year old freshman- he's definitely one of the, if not the most, cleverest of his siblings. Ever since he was little he could pickpocket people (which led to questioning how a 6 year old could accumulate a collection of wallets under his bed), hide things that have still never been found, pull the most elaborate pranks, and successfully hiding his tracks and getting others blamed for things he's done. You could call him the pretty boy of his siblings- with the extremely beautiful, large, pure blue eyes and his intricate blue, slicked back hair, full of highlights and lowlights that spikes in the back. He also has blue star tattoos on either side of his neck. He got them as a sign of rebellion last year. Yeah, his mom's still pissed about that… Aside from that, he's on the sporty side. He plays tennis and soccer.

"Mom, I think I'm having second thoughts of this whole 'staying with my uncle for a year' deal…", Wendy whined, looking to her mom next to her in the driver's seat. "I'm going to miss all my friends- and that one cute boy I've been eyeing might find someone else!"

"Oh be quiet, you'll live. It's not like you'll be living on a deserted island for a year. You'll be living in, well, a big old mansion with your uncle and brothers. It's only a half an hour drive from here to Queens too." Cecile stated as she looked into her rear view window, and then looked over to her daughter. "Plus you have your sweet 16 in 2 months. You'll get to see all of your old friends from Queens! You're bound to find new people here too. And you never know, maybe your dream boy will be here too."

Wendy rolled her eyes and looked out her window. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. "

"Be optimistic! Weren't you telling me a month ago how excited you were to reunite with the rest of your brothers?" Cecile exclaimed as she flipped her blinker on and made a left turn into a semi-circle driveway with an opened gate. She gave a smile Wendy's way, and parked halfway through the driveway. "Well, here we are."

Wendy sighed, grabbed her purse from the floor of the car, slung it around her shoulder, opened the car door and proceeded to step out of the car. "I'll start pulling out my bags from the back."

"Good, you do that while I speak with your uncle real quick!" Cecile exclaimed as she quickly climbed the immense steps leading up to the large doorway. Once she got all the way up to the top step, she rang the doorbell to the right of the front doors, and remained until a hefty man opened the door, and proceeded to shake his hand and have small talk before coming back down to help her daughter unpack her luggage from the car.

Roy and Larry already had the majority of their bags and items out of Roy's car, with Larry still getting something out of the trunk. Roy was leaned against the driver's door of his car, with a duffel bag over his shoulder and a suitcase propped up next to him with the handle extended up. He was scrolling through his phone's messages while he waited for his younger brother to finish.

"You wanna get done?" Roy called over to Larry, annoyed. "I swear you're bordering Wendy in the slow department."

"Yeah, can you help me move your dumbbell set off of my racket!?" Larry complained, pretending a 35 lb. dumbbell was too much for him to handle picking up.

"Get outta here," Roy rolled his eyes, dropping his duffel bag, stuck his phone halfway into his jacket pocket, walked over to Larry and snatched the dumbbell out of his hand. "I know you're scrawny and all, but you can't even lift up 35 pounds? C'mon man, I used to lift weights double the weight as this when I was your age."

"Sorry I'm not a beef cake like you." Larry snickered, jokingly nudging Roy with his elbow.

"Here," Roy said as he set the last dumbbell on the ground, and quickly picked up and gestured the blue tennis racket in Larry's direction. "Take it."

"Thanks," Larry pleasantly said as he grabbed the racket from Roy's hand. He slyly snatched Roy's phone from his jacket pocket without him noticing. He then quickly put on his backpack and grabbed the hand of his suitcase, before rushing towards the steps to the front door. "I'll be packing my stuff now!"

Larry ran inside of the place and kicked his shoes off. He was startled by the adolescent voice of a child, and looked to his right side. The kid looked like a miniature version of Bowser. Then it hit him. This is Bowser's kid.

"Hi!" Junior put both of his hands on his hips, and made a huge grin at Larry. "My name's Junior!"

"Oh, hey, I'm Larry." He smirked, and cupped his hand to Junior's ear. "Between you and me- I'm the coolest one."

Junior went wide eyed and his jaw dropped. He clapped his hands together in excitement. "Whoa, really?! This is so awesome!"

"…okay?" Back outside, Roy questioned as he watched Larry run into the manor. He proceeded to store the dumbbells he took out earlier back into his trunk again. He shut the trunk, locked his car, slung the duffel bag around his shoulder, and felt his jacket pocket for his phone- but it wasn't there. He clenched his fists, and punched the side of his car in anger. "LARRY!"

"Ah- hey kid, I gotta get outta here. The lamest one is being real lame right now-" Larry dropped his tennis racket and luggage onto the ground before bolting up the staircase with Roy's phone in his hand.

Roy sprinted inside of the house, dropping his duffel bag onto the ground. He noticed Larry's special blue tennis racket on the ground, and nabbed it in an instant. He proceeded to sprint upstairs, and slid to a stop once he got to the second floor. "I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR STUPID RACKET IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE YOU TWERP!"

"My brothers are idiots." Wendy rolled her eyes, listening to her brother's incessant yelling as she walked up to the front door, wearing a backpack and scrolling a suitcase behind her.

Cecile let out a sigh, following behind her daughter, scrolling 2 suitcases behind her. "Boys will be boys, Hun."

Once Wendy entered through the open front door, she beheld the house she once used to live in. The house she grew up in for almost 10 years. It was chilling for Wendy to be back here after so long, and it gave her goose bumps. The interior hardly changed at all- with the same exact furniture in the foyer. But, she noticed almost all of the framed pictures of her and her siblings were gone, except for one to the right of the grand staircase of all of them together with Bowser- before they all disbanded to each of their mother's sides. She saw most of them were replaced with pictures of a younger boy, with the same fiery red hair as Bowser, as well as some framed pictures that looked to be painted by a child. She set her suitcase to the ground, and started to walk slowly towards one of the paintings.

"Hey! Take your shoes off!"

Wendy turned around, startled by the child's voice. It was the same boy that was in most of the framed pictures on the wall. She proceeded to take her shoes off, and set them to the side by the door. "Oh, sorry."

"It's okay!" Junior smiled to Wendy. "I'm Junior! Who're you?"

"The name's Wendy." She made an emotionless half smile to Junior.

"Oh, that's an awesome name! Are you cool or lame?" Junior asked innocently.

"Super lame." Wendy replied sarcastically. "Lamest of the lame."

"Oh Wendy, hush with that." Cecile laughed, setting the 2 suitcases down. "How about you go look for Larry and Roy?"

"…alright." Wendy sighed, dropping her purse onto the ground next to her shoes, and proceeded towards the grand staircase.

Auther here! Hope you guys enjoyed the second chapter. My permanent upload date for this story will be every Saturday, so don't forget to follow so you don't miss the third chapter coming out on October 18th.

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