"Ellis! Where have you been?" her mother, Merry screamed as she walked in the front door.
"I told you, I had to stay after for a school project." Ellis lied.
Her little sisters were running wild around the house. Her baby sister, Rory was sitting in her high chair throwing Cheerio's over the kitchen. The twins, Jessie and Amber, who were seven, were writing on the walls in the living room with their crayons. Avery, who just turned eleven, was sitting on the white sofa, painting her toe nails bright red, the couch was already covered in stains and now red drops were in the process of being added. The sister closest to her age, Gabby, was sitting at the top of the stairs, living up to her name, she was gabbing on her cell phone, ignoring the chaos.
The TV was up loudly, the twins were laughing and telling each other what to draw in their made up twin language, Gabby was talking loudly, Rory was screeching just to add to the noise, the phone was ringing off the hook, a radio was on in the kitchen and times were going off telling Merry that dinner was ready, but she was too busy filling out papers for who knows what.
Ellis marched to her room and shut the door. She looked at a picture of her and her father sitting on her dresser.
She missed her father. He walked out on the family not too long after Rory came along. There was much debate about who was really the father to all the girls. They hardly looked alike. But he had gotten a vasectomy after the twins, realizing how much of a handful they were. But Rory happened anyway. Conclusion, adultery.
The only good thing about him was he stuck around, not caring if there were his kids or not, he knew Ellis was his and there was a strong possibility that the rest of the ankle biters were his too. When the new baby came along, he knew there was no way that it was his and left.
Ellis doesn't blame him; she never blamed him. Why would a man want to take care of a bunch of girls that weren't even his? She blamed that bitchy, two-timing, whore that was her mother.
Ellis couldn't wait to get out of this house.
The noise seeped in through the cracks around the door, driving her over her boiling point.
As always she was going to have to be the adult. She marched out of the kitchen and snatched the cell phone from Gabby's hands and closed it.
"Enough talking. Kitchen. Dinner. Now." She barked, shoving the phone in her pocket.
Gabby ran down the stairs. Ellis walked into the living room. She turned the TV off and closed the red nail polish. She grabbed the magazine from Avery's hand and pointed to the kitchen. Avery slid off the couch and walked on her heels to the kitchen.
Ellis smiled briefly before heading over to the twins.
"No more writing on the walls." She snapped, holding her hand out. "Crayons."
The twins reluctantly handed her their boxes.
"Thank you. Dinnertime. And talk normally." She said, putting the crayons in a drawer on the computer desk.
She walked into the kitchen, took the bowl of Cheerios from Rory and tossed it in the sink. She pulled a dish of spaghetti out of the over and dropped it on the table. Spots of red sauce were on her mother's red papers.
"Dinner's served." She said, walking out of the kitchen.
She pulled her sneakers and hoodie on and left.
The Mitchell/Pierce house was filled with noise and smells. It was organized chaos.
Eliza was in the kitchen, making dinner. The kids were in the living room. Damian was asleep on the couch, his leg propped up in Marissa's lap. Brittany and Santana were in a heap on the loveseat, giggling. Cameron was lying across the coffee table. Samuel was sitting on the floor, leaning against Marissa. McKynleigh sat beside the coffee table, her legs stretched out under the table, typing things into her laptop, which rested on Cameron's slim stomach. Emma sat three feet away from the TV, staring at the TV show that played, the only one watching TV. A million different conversations were going on.
"That's so not fair Cameron." McKynleigh said. "Superman is obviously gonna win. He has super powers. Batman would be totally useless unless he had kryptonite. Which you can only get on Krypton. And since Batman can't fly, he can't go there. That's not even a legitimate question. Next one."
"King Kong or Godzilla?" Cameron asked.
McKynleigh's computer jumped with Cameron's words.
"Michael Jackson." Samuel said.
"Are you mental? The Beatles are way better then Michael." Marissa retorted.
"Michael Jackson has thirteen number one hits on the Bill Board Top One Hundred." Samuel said.
"The Beatles have had twenty seven number ones. I think that trumps Michael's pitiful thirteen. And there are four Beatles. There's only one Michael."
"Exactly there is only one Michael. You don't have to worry about playing favorites. And what about the other four in the Jackson Five?"
"Okay, A. you said Michael Jackson, not the Jackson Five. Two. Nobody cares about the others. Nobody even knows their names. Quarto. The Beatles are still better."
"Michael sold over a hundred million albums."
"The Beatles have sold over three hundred million. And Michael Jackson was only good until he made Bad."
"How do you think they get the jelly in the donuts?" Brittany asked, tracing the stitching on Santana's Cheerios top with her finger.
"Maybe they just use like a syringe and do it like that." Santana laughed, used to Brittany's weird questions.
"Maybe they have a magic jelly fairy. And she comes in in a fancy little dress with a crown and a magic wand. She waves the wand over the empty donut, the magic white fairy powder goes all over the donut and it's magically filled with jelly."
"Cameron, how did you end up so smart?"
"She has a different dad then me. She was from Mom's first husband, but he died and Mom found Dad and had Zack, me and Emma." Cameron explained.
"Or maybe they bake the donuts with the jelly inside." Santana said just to confuse Brittany.
"Life sucks…I want pie." Ellis said, walking into the living room. "Cam, did you Mom make pie?"
Cameron shrugged. "What's wrong?"
"Same old junk." Ellis sighed, sitting on the armrest of the couch by Damian.
"I don't even know what that is. You won't tell us." Cameron said.
Ellis opened her mouth but Eliza called the kids for dinner. Ellis was happy she didn't have to explain anything to anyone just yet.
"Damian, wake up. It's time for food." Emma said, hitting him in the face with her teddy bear.
"Emma, that ain't nice." Cameron said, picking her up.
Damian groaned and sat up.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Marissa smiled at him.
Damian groaned and grabbed his crutches.
Marissa made herself a plate and helped Damian make one. She carried the plates outside, where everyone else was.
There was no table on the deck so everyone was sitting everywhere. Damian sat down on the edge of the deck; his leg stretched out in the grass and took his plate from Marissa.
Author's note
Yes! I finally got away from Damian and Cameron all the time! You may not be too happy about that, but I sure am. I finally got in my Ellis history, well part of it. And I had someone ask about Brittany and Cameron's last names, I'm glad I got around to answering that.
I am aware the chapters haven't been very New Direction related, but the next chapter will be very New Directiony...wow, that was...anyway...
Thank you for your reveiws guys, they are awesome. I would like you people to log in before you review that way if you have a question, I will be able to answer it for you.
I have been asked a few times about my stories involving Cameron's sexuality and Damian's constant mental abuse. I have three stories with Cameron and he is bi in two of them and straight in another. And Damian...I just kill him mental/emotionally. I didn't realize I did this. I don't know why I do it...I blame the Glee Project for the sexuality issues with Cameron. The whole Damian/Cameron bromance gets me thinking and...yeah. As for Damian...I don't know.
I have posted a few new stories if you would like to check them out, mainly Harry Potter ones. I'm not gonna shove them down your throat, just saying they are there if you want to check them out. If you don't want to, you don't have to.
Thanks.
- Shelby