I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, with a book resting on my stomach. The book was the latest in a series of depressing stories. And those stories were about me, my siblings, and all the unfortunate things that happened to us. I was extremely bored and drained of any drop of happiness that might have remained after reading all of the previous books. You may ask why I would have chosen such a book. The simple answer to your question is to remember. I had only been one at the time of the events and I desperately wanted to remember. No one would tell me anything about my horrible mysterious past. And, no matter how hard I focused on these memories they would not return. It was the beginning of what I thought would be an uneventful summer after finishing the sixth grade. I was no longer a sixlet. No matter what Duncan had to say. Duncan Quagmire and his triplet siblings, Isadora and Quigley had been friends of ours since we first stayed at Prufrock Prep. Quigley was my sister, Violet's, boyfriend. I was confused as to why they were not married. Violet was 25 and Quigley was 24. I guess they were waiting. For what, I don't know.
"Sunny!" Violet shouted and brought me from my deep thoughts, "Dinner!"

I ran down the spiral staircase and into the large kitchen. The Quagmires were sitting at the table.

"Hi," I said to them. I sat down.

"So," Duncan said, " You're not a sixlet anymore. You need a new name; How about Shrimp? Midget?"

"How about Sunny?" I said a bit angrily.

"Metal Mouth?" he mumbled.

"Duncan," Isadora scolded, "stop being so immature."

"I know," I said, "Stop be-"

"Will you two stop arguing," Klaus said, "You're both being immature and you're giving me a headache!"

We were silent.

"So," Quigley said after the silence, "Do you know where we're going on Saturday?"

"We were gonna catch a movie," Violet replied, "and then eat at-"

"Finally," I interrupted, "I have plans!"

"Yeah, Sunny," Klaus said bluntly, "You're not going."

"What? I wanna go!" I wined.

"Sunny," Violet said gently, "You're going to stay home with Duncan. He has a report to write and he's going to watch you. Is that okay?"

I groaned. Of course that was not okay. But I thought Violet could answer her own stupid question.