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Story #1 The eight in my closet

*What would you do if you found eight powerful demigods in your closet? *

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Saturday night, Netflix and Chill. Finally, some peace and quie— "Olivia Flinn! Get your butt down here, and take out the trash!" I sighed deeply, and trudged out of my bed. "I may be rich, but definitely not spoiled," I muttered. I paused the show, SuperFreaks, and trudged down the stairs. My parents own the company Flinn Inc., which apparently makes them super rich or something.

As I walked to the trash, one of my brothers zoomed passed me. "Watch it, Lucas!" I shouted as he zipped upstairs. Why did god graciously offer me 4 brothers?! Oh, yeah, you heard me correctly, four brothers. Lucas was the youngest, at the age of 6, the kid acted like he ate 8 sugar packets. Alex and Luca were twins, both 11, both super annoying.

They loved confusing us by switching names, and correcting us if we called them correctly. I could tell them apart because of Luca's tiny scar under his ear.

Let's just say his scissors were confiscated after the incident. And lastly, Xander, the oldest. He's 17.5 (So he insists), and usually sits I his room all day, or is out with his friends.

Why he doesn't have a girlfriend yet, I don't know. He came home one day with a bag full of hearts, and letters and gifts. "Valentine's day," he'd said. I don't care about his love life, I don't care about any love life, including mine. I'm 13, so I'm kind of in the middle.

So anyway, as I hefted the trash bag onto my shoulder, I saw Alex and Luca goofing around. "Alex, how many times do I have to tell you? Luca is not a chair!" I rolled my eyes as Alex jumped off Luca's shoulder's and mimicked what I said in a mocking tone. Alex and Luca had the same deep hazel eyes me and Xander have. Lucas had more of a dark chocolate shade.

Alex and Luca had the same light brown rumpled hair. They also had a sprinkle of freckles on their small nose. Everyone in my family had a small nose. The twins were an average height for their age. "Olivia! Are you done taking out the trash?" My mom called again, dragging me back to reality. "Um, yeah almost," I replied. I shuffled outside to the front yard.

No matter how many times I saw it, I always took a double take. The stairs spilled delicately onto the concrete. The lawn trimmed perfectly, a breath-taking fountain was placed near the accurate cut hedges and the drive through packed with 2 Bugattis and a yellow and black Lamborghini. The moon shone bright in the starry sky. I groaned as I heaved the heavy trash into the bin then I jogged back inside.

Of course, everything outside was similar to the inside, the 80-inch TV hung on the living room wall, the windows closed with silky curtains, a big modern glass coffee table, and the white leather couch filling in excess space. Yes, it might sound like I'm bragging, but honestly, I don't care about money. Or the house, or anything like that. People who've only seen us, assume we're snobby and arrogant, but really, we're hardworking, silly and fun.

After finally finishing 5 episodes of SuperFreaks, I turned the TV off, and flopped onto my bed and snuggled in my covers. I was just beginning to fall into the grasp of dreams and sleep, when I heard muffled voices and groaning. It came from my closet, and it sounded as if someone just crashed inside. I shot to my feet, though I had to balance myself because of the blood rushing to my head. I tip-toed closer and then clumsily tripped over something. I fell on the ground with a thud and a pathetic squeak.

The sounds stopped. Then I realized there were multiple people in there. My heart pounded as I knelt softly and picked up a weapon. A… pencil. Really? I mentally kicked myself and noted: Clean up room!

The voices knew I was there, and they obviously wished I wasn't. I swallowed my remaining fear, and yanked the door open.

Can I just say, I was not expecting to find 7 people staring back at me?


Author's Note: Hey Guys! So, I un-bolded it, hope you guys can read it better!