Chapter 18

"Trixie, get out of your room!"

Her mother shouted from the other end of the door. Her fist rattled against the door which only made the ten year old groan. She had tried everything to keep her annoying, unwanted siblings out of her room. Like a lamp to flies they always bugged her. It rapidly got on her nerves; trying to keep them out was a nightmare. Standing up from her desk which she had been trying to get to work on her comic. Trixie walked over to the door and unlocked it. To see her mother with her arms on her hips, "About time. Why was your door locked?"

"To keep them out," she pointed to her little sisters. "They're annoying and keep touching my stuff."

"Their four," her mother said, sighing. "And your baby sisters who want to spend time with their big sister. Who pretends they don't even exist. And I'm sick of seeing you locked in your room all the time. Go outside!" Her mother shouted which caused Trixie to fold her arms across her chest.

"No, now if you'll excuse me I'm going back to what I was doing." She attempted to shut the door only for her mother's foot to be in the way. "Leave me alone," her mother forced her way into the room. And without warning grabbed her by her hair which caused Trixie to shriek out in pain. "My hair, what are you doing?" With that her mother dragged her. The twins were confused as Trixie's mother led her out of her room and threw her into the backyard. "What the heck was that for? That hurt."

"Good now play with your sisters," with that her mother turned around. "And don't come back inside until your dad comes home from work. Being outside your room will do you wonders." With that she left, "Oh and Trixie play with your little sisters or you're grounded." Leaving the ten year old uncertain of what to do, but turned around to see her little sisters. Staring at her.

"Wait what? Dads coming home?" She spoke rather quietly. Since when did her dad get home from Paris?" Her mother had walked off forcing Trixie to be face to face with her little sisters.

"What's Paris? Is that a movie?" One of the twins said, which hadn't occurred to her. That until now she had no clue either of their names and she had no clue how to handle little kids. Othen shopping or watching over them, but playing? What did four year olds even play? While wandering in her thoughts the twins got bored and moved over to Splinter who was lying on the grass. And both of them yelped which snapped her out of her own thoughts, "Hey leave my cat alone."

The twins looked at one another and then took. Grumbling, she dashed after them and both of the twins split. Ignoring the other one she ran; their yard was rather flat open space. A few bushes, but it wasn't really taken care of. "What do I do?" Trixie asked, "I don't know how to deal with small children."

Splinter could only laugh lightly, "Play with them. You know, talk to them, crack a few jokes. Not that hard." Trixie glared at her godmother. Who wasn't exactly helpful, which got Trixie to roll her eyes.

"Why are you in the bush?"

"Huh?" Trixie's attention was caught as both of her sisters were staring at her. "Uhhh I don't know. I'm pretty?"

"Tag," the more quiet one touched her with her hand. Snickering as she snatched Trixie's hairpin. Getting up from the bush she took after them. No one was going to make a mockery of her...and they were four. What's the worst they could do?

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She collapsed on the wooden floor. Face first into its cold surface a refreshing breath. How could any 4 year olds be this energetic? Sweat was pouring down her forehead and she felt truly disgusted. Which only caused her to groan both of the twins were looking at her confused. "Why is your sister on the floor?" Both of the twins shrugged her shoulders and Elizabeth looked at her. "Why are you on the floor?"

"They're too energetic," Trixie siad whining. "How can they have this much energy?"

"Theirs is the answer to your problem," her mother replied. "And it would also help if you'd spent less time always sitting." Trixie groaned and her mother shook her head as Splinter jumped from one of the twins arms onto the floor. Brushed up against her skin; even for a fairy her fur was soft. Just then the front door opened and stepping inside her house was her father. Who was standing at the door wearing a light blue tuxedo.

His curiosity got the better of him and he walked over, "Why is the troll out of her dungeon? What did I walk into?" Trixie blinked and looked up to see her father standing there, his blue eyes focusing on her. "Did something happen that I'm not aware off."

"Wait, did you just get back from Paris?" Trixie asked bewildered. Which only got her mother to facepalm. Her father raised an eyebrow and one of the twins shook their head. "What? Did I miss something?"

"For the last time Trixie we do not have the money to go to Paris," she said. "Who are you trying to impress?"

"Daddy, Trixie's being weird. She talks to herself in the bushes," one of the four year olds said. Both of the adults just ignored them.

"Paris? Why would I want to go there? I don't have the money nor the desire to ever sit foot in that place. It's nothing, but a tourist trap ya know." Her father replied, "So why are you on the floor?"

"Uhh I'm pretty," Trixie responded. Uncertain of how to respond.

"Ok then? Well I'm going to put my feet up my job is killing me," with that he walked away. Leaving her to lay on the floor her mother followed him. Just leaving the children to their own devices. And finally allowed Trixie to slip into her room. Where she stressed herself trying to figure out what was going on.