The next day we got up and started the day like normal. But it wasn't normal. Because today was the day we moved to our new house. Our moving truck was there so all we had to do was leave. After we had left and gotten in the car, It was 6 hours till we got there. Let me be the first to tell you it was probably the longest trip of all time. Finally, after 7 bathroom stops and 2 stops for food, we arrived at a lighthouse. But what was standing in front of the lighthouse was probably more shocking. Standing in front of the house was a guy in a military uniform and 8 kids all standing in fancy clothes. Hey, that kid my age is kinda cute. Wait, get back on track! When our car pulled up they looked shocked to say the least by how messy we were. After we all got out, the man walking up to Helen, kissed her, smiled, turned to us and said "Hello."
"Your mom can't be serious." I whispered to Mick and Dylan, who were standing beside me. Dylan and Mick both snickered while I smirked.
"What's so funny?" the man asked, looking at us three.
"Nothing!" Mick and Dylan said, obviously scared. I rolled my eyes. There is no way this guy would do anything while Helen was here. He then looked at me, to which I raised an eyebrow. After seeing that I wasn't going to answer, he continued.
"I thought you said you only had 10 kids." the man asked.
"I do, Frank. Makayla is not my legal daughter. She just lives with us." Helen answered, pointing at me. When they all looked at me, I just smiled and waved.
"Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Frank Beardsley. These are 8 kids. They are William, Christina, Harry, Michael, Kelly, Otter, Ely, and Ethan." He said. Oh, so Michael was the cute one, I thought to myself. Snap out of it! Helen then introduced us, and we all started unpacking.