Chapter 22
Chapter 22
The Dean’s leave, Noah smiling with his lips tugged up into almost a smirk and April smiling her sweet, all to perfect smile, and Darren smiling a shy timid smile.
Once they are completely out of sight Mom looks back at us, “Right kids, help the little ones get ready for bed.” She says and in translation that means ‘Lexi help the little ones to bed‘ as those words will go straight over the others heads. “Anyone who’s not doing anything can come help me tidy up out here and the kitchen!” Mom gives us our orders receiving murmurs of our replies and I look around to find Tom.
“Tom, sweetie?!” I call to him as he’s mucking about with the twins, ah great that just spells trouble.
Tom looks up and smiles innocently as I walk towards him.
“Tom, time to get ready for bed!” I smile trying to seem as though it’s a great idea to his toddler mind however he frowns showing that he doesn’t like that idea.
My eyes flicker over to the twins, “And you guys too.” I tell them which causes them to instantly start protesting.
I sigh, I knew this would happen.
“Okay…if you three go to your rooms and get ready for bed within two minutes I’ll give you anything you want…deal?” I say and three pairs of eyes light up.
“Anything?!” Joe asks widening his brown eyes.
I nod, “Anything.” I confirm.
“DEAL!” All three yell and start running towards the house as fast as their little legs can carry them.
I chuckle to myself, Haha always works.
“Pfff, you know you never stick to what you say.” Chris says smirking.
I shrug, slightly smikring. “They don’t remember anyway in the morning and plus, it’s not like you guys help me get them to bed.” I glare at my brothers who smile guiltily.
“That’s because you’re just soooo good at it.” Evan smiles innocently and I roll my eyes walking to the patio doors but stop and turn back.
“Cory, you too!” I call and see him frown his shoulders slumping as he slowly walks over to me. I smirk and ruffle his light hair as he walks into the house and I follow
I go up to the twins room and tackle them into their pyjamas and beds before saying goodnight and telling them Mom will be in soon and I go onto the next room belonging to Tom and hug him goodnight, tucking him up in his covers thankful that he doesn’t put too much of a struggle.
I make my way to Cory’s room, making sure he’s getting ready and I smile at him saying goodnight then pad up to
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my room and flop onto my bed with a long sigh, I swear I do everything around here, not putting their own siblings to bed, the boys are so lazy.
I switch on my Ipod speakers allowing a random song to come on and I make sure it’s not too loud to disturb anyone.
The thing about having 12 brothers is that I kind of pick up their music taste. The typical rock bands kind of thing, that’s all I have really heard through my life so it’s kind of made it’s way into my musical tastes. Most of the songs on my Ipod I wouldn’t typically think a girl my age would have…but hey that’s what having so many brothers does, the pop girly songs can make my skin crawl.
I change into some pyjama shorts and tank top due to it getting late now and I still need to go down and help tidy up as I can bet the boys have done little, probably decided to play football instead. So turning off the music I head back out my room in my comfy clothes ready to help my mother and boy I can’t wait to climb into bed later.
“Kids, get up now!” Mom shouts through the speaker things she installed in all our rooms and I jump awake groaning as I realise the day.
Monday.
Which only means one thing……we start a new school.
I frown and push myself out of bed, padding over to my closet.
I pulled out my disgusting uniform. Yes we have to wear uniform to this bloody school! Mom told us yesterday and we were like ‘WHATTTT?!?!‘ as at our old school, we didn’t have to wear one. Why can’t this be the same.
I pulled it on. The dark green and dark blue chequered skirt which I’m really not a fan of. Black tight and a white blouse make it so formal, especially with the green and blue stripped tie. However the cardigan, which is a colour that’s between dark blue and green I don’t so much mind as it kind of comes across as a casual one, well apart from
the school logo.
Looking in the mirror I cringe. It is gross, and really not me. The skirt is the worst. I don’t wear skirts.
Frowning I brush my hair and slip on my black doc martens. They are all black and look fine with this skirt, the school better not have an issue with these.
I don’t normally wear make–up, just have simple things. Eyeliner, mascara and some foundation that I touched once when I wanted to see what it was like, and it wasn’t great. It wasn’t needed. So I don’t bother with it really and just stick with the eyeliner and mascara, liking how it goes well with my eyes.
