Chapter 1-The Day I Nearly Died

All chapters are in Tori's point of view unless it says otherwise. :)

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Today was gorgeous. The wind hit all the right places. The sun was brighter but not bright enough to get a severe sun burn. Everything was great. Just me sitting on a pool chair with sunglasses on. Relaxing and such. Everything was perfect...or so I thought. Oh how wrong I was.

Suddenly, Andrew grabbed me by my arms and Caleb grabbed me by my feet. I tried to get out of their grip, but they held on tight. A little too tight.

I'm, for sure, going to have bruises located on my wrists and ankles. I hate them. It's official. I hate my brothers!

I should've known they were up to no good, as usual. They're always doing something stupid and half of the time I'm included. It sucks being the middle child.

"You know, Mattew," Andrew said cooly, as if I wasn't being attacked, "I could teach you the way to throw someone into water. Preferably into a pool." I know where this was going and...I'm so freaking pissed! (A/N: You gotta love White Chicks!)

"I've always wanted to know if I was doing it wrong," he said, rubbing his chin in a 'interested' kind of way-like he was combing his imaginary beard with his fingers. "Please tell me more of this technique."

"First things first," Caleb chipped in. To be honest I thought he was singing to Iggy, but the tight hold reminded me of the position I was in. I struggled and...nothing. Nada, zero, and nothing. "You move them like this." I was then moving one side to another in an arching posture. Let me tell you, not the best position to be in.

"Mhmm, I see."

"Maybe we should stop," Jack said in a sarcastic mocking tone, who honestly just came by to take a picture. Bruh. And to think I shared my bagel with you this morning.

"Yes, yes you guys would," I was trying here and they ignored me like I hadn't spoken.

Pfft.

"Then," Andrew continued with a smirk, "when you have the person right where you want them to be, you let go." That's exactly what happened.

Splash!

They. Are. So. Dead.

I push myself out of the water with a scowl. Oh if only looks could kill...

"You guys are the best," Matthew said. "Thanks for the proper way. I'll definitely use the knowledge more often." He winks at me as they start to laugh.

"Oh no you won't." At that time, I was out the pool with, luckily, my bikini. I had my bikini on because today was suppose to be a tanning day in the backyard of our house. But that's besides the point. I was now charging for them with my dripping self.

"Eww. Get away!"

"My shoes!"

And so on. The shouts of the four of them were kinda hilarious as I hugged them all. They tried to run but they should've known better than to mess with me.

"We're good? You're not out to kill us?" Asked Andrew with a hopeful look but slightly terrified. I turn to the rest of them and chuckle at their slightly frightened expressions.

"Okay. Fine. We are all good for now." I shrug.

"Fist Pump?" Did someone really say that?! Oh God! I can't breathe! Eww, fist pumps are so not cool.

I don't know who said it because I already turned my back and started heading inside. I started to giggle a little too. I bet it was Matthew. He probably was blushing his head off out of my 'no' type of answer.

You're so mean Tori. So mean.

Huh....who cares.

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After I took a quick shower-who am I even kidding?! It lasted 2 hours. And I am so proud.

I like showers, screw me.

Anyways after my shower, I decided to take a nap. But of course, today's not my day because someone had to come barging in at the exact time I plopped into my comfy bed.

"Mom's been calling you for like 3 hours! How long did you take a shower?!" Jack basically scowled inside my room pointing at me with a...book?

"Woah, woah, woah! You read?" That was the biggest question here. I mean I have never-in my eighteen years-seen my brothers read a book. The only time I saw a book in one of the boys' hand was a picture magazine and it had a half naked girl on the front. I still wonder why my parents thought having 5 kids was a good idea.

"What are you talking-oh this?" He lifted the book that I discovered was "Little Red Riding Hood". What the actual fuck is going on here? "Hell no! You would've thought I read books. It was the nearest weapon I can use to attack you if you fell asleep."

All I'm hearing is I would have gotten attacked by a child's book...My life everyone.

"Makes total sense." I barely shrugged a shoulder. He then left the same way he came in.

I ran down the stairs 'cause I knew nothing went good when something included screaming mothers. I shuddered at the thought.

"Hey, Mom," I stayed a good distance near the front door and away from my mom. You know, just in case she goes loco on me. I am seriously scared of her when she's mad. Heck, even when she isn't. So imagine her mad. I have no idea why she should be though.

Did our report cards come in?

Did she get called, again, by the police. You see I got my license a year ago. I am pretty sure the instructor was on crack to have let me passed. I literally have a bigger number of tickets than Angelina Jolie has a number of babies.

"What took you so long?" Sheesh it was just a few hours! "Never mind don't bother answering, we've wasted enough time. Here, go take this to our new neighbors next door. I have to leave for work. Dinner is on you guys. So figure something out!"

She practically rushed out the last part before she passed me, what looked like, apple pie and slammed the door in my face.

My mom needs to seriously chill and calm down. She's one of those workaholic parents, along with my dad, that you barely see. At least she visits a once in a while, where our dad just sees us when we are walking past his still lit office, for a drink, at 1 a.m in the morning! And on top of that, we only see our parents every 3-5 weeks. They work as CEO's. Good thing about never seeing your rich parents, is getting money from your rich parents. I know that's a little selfish, but in a way we're all even.

The three best things about them being at work are-parties when there gone, opportunities to do whatever you want, and so much more shit I'm too lazy to mention.

A couple seconds pass while I'm staring at the tile floor. Then I remember where I'm supposed to be.

I walk out the house to go next door. I remember when I was at the pool, still dry, and saw moving trucks pass by through the white short fence that borders the backyard. I guess it's true, we got new neighbors. Our last neighbor was some frat kids that loved throwing parties all the time. Sometimes I went, along with my brothers, and sometimes I got annoyed by the sounds of music booming through the windows while I tried to sleep. They moved last week. I guess now there's a new family.

I didn't even realized I was already by the door, so I ranged the bell twice and waited. I looked down to see what I was holding to see a plastic wrapped apple pie. I turn it around to the back and just like I expected, a sticker stating the product from Walmart. My parents can't cook for life. Actually no one in the family can. We basically live on Burger King or Wendy's. I'm surprised we are all still fit and in shape.

I lost track of time with my babble and was about to knock on the wooden door, when it opened from the other side revealing a boy my age.

"Well God damnnn, you're hot!"

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A/N:
Okay so yayyyy! First chapter is out and I'm so excited! Hope you liked it. It's unedited so sorry. I hope at least 1 person is reading this and enjoying it. XD. But I'm pretty sure I'm talking to myself and writing to no one. -_-

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