Yay for stuffing. awesome....Enjoy!

2:56 p.m.

I sat in English staring out the window.

Pch. Like I was going to pay attention is class.

It's like you don't even know me.

So I've got a new update on my so called "brothers"

Nate woke up sober.

Surprise, Surprise.

Shane had to sleep on the floor because the "dog's pee" soaked into the mattress.

Haha.

Jason is...well he...umm...er...he's still Jason I guess.

No comment. :D

3:00 p.m.

Fifteen more minute till I'm free for Thanksgiving break!

No school dammit!

3:15 p.m.

Guess what I just remembered.

Franklin is coming today.

Yay?

Dad is too so yeah.

Jason is the slowest driver in all humanity.

3:33 p.m.

Finally home!

Wanna know the funny part about that.

It's a five minute drive from the school.

SLOWEST driver of all HUMANITY.

4:07 p.m.

"Well, children,this is Franklin, I wan-,"

"Where's dad?" I asked.

"In Spain, sorry he couldn't make it," Mom said.

"But it's almost Thanksgiving," I said.

"Yes, about that, I'll be leaving tonight back to Spain," she said.

"You're fucking joking," I blurted.

"Lena! There is a child in the house!" Jason yelled pointing to Franklin.

"Silencio old man! You just got here, you bring a new kid and now you're just gonna leave!"

"Think of this as non-parental supervision bonding with you're new brother,"

That would be a change. That's an understatement. The is never any parental supervision. Jason doesn't count.

I felt my eye twitch.

I went over and sat by Franklin and gave him a one armed hug.

I breathed in through my teeth.

"Yeah, bonding with our new brother," I said with a fake smile.

"I knew you'd understand," she said with a wide smile.

My mother is deluded.

"Well I'm off to pack," my mom said.

"Mom, you never unpacked," Nate said.

She spun around.

"Oh. Right," she said with a giggle.

5:02 p.m.

Help. I'm a neglected child.

Pshh.

Neglected my ass.

Jason, Shane, and Nate all treat that new kid as if he is the king of the whole world.

But it won't last for long. Not if I have anything to do with it.

He's been here for what..an hour and they are already calling him Frankie.

Shudder.

Frankie Gray.

W.

T.

F.

!

5:30 p.m.

Okay so maybe I was wrong this kid isn't that bad.

I asked him to get me a Pibb, with ice.

And unlike Nate who tried to put ice cubes in the can, he put it in a glass.

5:50 p.m.

It's official I have nothing to do.

Frankie just came into my room scared shitless.

"Shane and this girl are on the couch and their mouths are touching and she keeps going 'UGGHHHHH' and 'OOOOH', and then their tongues were in each others mouths. Then Shane's hand went under her shirt and I don't know after that i got scared and came here," he said incredibly fast.

Poor traumatized child.

I hugged him and told him everything would be ok.

He's scarred for life.

6:15 p.m.

Time to take Mrs. 'I'm-gonna-come-home-for-a-bit-and-then-leave-for-Spain-the-day-before-Thanksgiving' to the airport.

Nate said he was going to stay home while we drop off mom.

He's probably going to get drunk.

But of course, what else is new!?

I told Frankie to stay with Nate so he could "supervise".

That's how much I don't trust Nate.

He is actually going to get supervised by a a seven old.

7:30 p.m.

I surprisingly got home with out hurting and or murdering Jason.

Shane on the other hand.

That is a tale for another day.

As for my mother, as she exited the car she turned and waved.

I flipped her off.

Then Jason yelled at me.

When we reached our house, there was a whole bunch of cars outside of our house.

Nate's probably having a drunkie party.

What kind of people his age drive a volvo....or a hatchback.

7:35 p.m.

Ok, Frankie just came out of the kitchen wearing a tux and carrying a silver tray, one of Jason's good silver trays, I should mention.

"Frankie, what are you doing," i asked.

He pointed to a sign on the kitchen door.

NATE'S TURKEY DAY TROUBLE CLASS

Wtf!?

Nate is wearing an apron and a chef's hat. Where'd he get the hat?

There is like 20 middle aged women sitting in my kitchen, while Nate is basting a turkey.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Jason yelled.

"Shh! Nate's trying to teach a class," Frankie said.

"I want everybody out!" Jason said.

Nate ran over to Jason.

'You can't kick everyone out, I charged these people twenty-five dollars," Nate explained.

"Fine, hurry up, but I want half of the profit," Jason said before leaving the kitchen.

"Nate," Frankie said, tugging at Nate's apron.

"Yeah?"

"You charged them fifty dollars a piece,"

"Shhh!" Nate said before running in front of the old ladies, resuming his class.

"Is he paying you?" I asked Frankie.

"Yeah, ten whole dollars per lady," Frankie answered.

That's two hundred dollars.

What's a seven year old going to do with two hundred dollars.

"How about you give your favorite sister fifty percent,"

"Twenty five," he countered.

"Fifty," I shot back.

'Fifteen percent, and that's my final offer," he said with a smirk on his face.

I hesitated.

"Fine,"

He's only seven he can't possibly know what fifteen percent of two hundred is.

8:00 p.m.

Once the last granny left, Nate had been payed in full...in cash!

"What in hell possessed you to have a cooking class?" Jason ranted.

"What? On the plus side I made money and the turkey for tomorrow has already been started," Nate said defensively.

"Your off the hook this time, but I want my money," Jason said.

Nate handed him two hundred and fifty dollars.

Drunkie is smarter than he looks.

"But if that turkey burns you are so grounded," Jason announced before leaving.

"Ahem," Frankie said, his palm outstretched.

"Here ya go," Nate said, placing the money in the waiting hand.

"Now if you don't mind I have a pie to bake," Nate said.

8:05 p.m.

"Hey Frankie...so my fifteen percent?"

He gave me a little cutie smile.

Aw.

He handed me some cash and left.

8:07 p.m.

"This is only thirty bucks!"

"Yeah, fifteen percent," he said.

This kid is an aspiring drug dealer.

8:10

Frankie is crying.

Why is he crying?

8:15

"SHANE! JUST BECAUSE MOM ISN'T HERE YOU THINK YOU CAN SO AHEAD AND--"

"JASON!" i screeched. "Child in the room. Do the kid a favor and go outside."

Poor Frankie. Never saw it coming.

He's still whimpering in my arms right now, having walked in on an almost-fuck-fest with Shane and Mitchie.

I swear, Shane is going to GET IT.

8:23

"GOODBYE, Mitchie!" Jason said for the hundredth time, closing the door for the final time.

Maybe Frankie coming here wasn't the best idea.

9:00

"Lena?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you read me a story?"

I looked up from my magazine. Frankie stood holding a picture book in his little hands, staring innocently up at me.

"Uh...sure."

He climbed onto my bed next to me. I smiled and opened the book.

"The Birds, The Bees and the Bernstein Bears...."

Uh oh.

"Hey, Frankie, go get another book, kay?"

Not in your life, kid. Sorry.

9:30

My god.

I hate life.

10:18

"LENA!"

"WHAT?!"

"Where's the-"

"The fire extinguisher is in the cupboard, Nate."

"That's not what I'm asking. Where the hell are-"

"LANGUAGE, NATHANIAL!"

"Frankie's asleep, Jason, sheesh!"

"No he's not!"

"Oh...sorry Frankie, dude."

"That's okay."

"WOULD YOU PEOPLE JUST SHUT UP?"

"NO, SHANE WE JUST WON'T!"

"Hah, funny Lena. I'm trying to sleep, though!"

"Why? You and Mitchie have another BED DATE tomorrow?!"

"LEEENNAAA!"

"Oh, sorry, Frankie, ignore me and Shane. Especially Shane."

"Okay."

"WHERE THE HELL ARE THE FREAKIN PIE CRUSTS?!!!!!!!"

"In the cupboard, Nate."

"Thats. The. FIRE EXSTINGUSHER!"

"I think it'll be more helpful."

"Funny, Lena. Hilarious."

"Lena? Are nights here always like this?"

"Yes, Frankie. Always."

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