Sommer's POV:

"Sommer, hurry up! You're going to be late for school!!"Mom yells from downstairs. "That's the plan,"I mumble under my breath as I slip on my ripped, jean shorts and grey long sleeve button up. I push up my sleeves and grab my bracelets and rings. I hurry and put them on then I rush to the door to lock it.

"I heard that!"Mom says standing by my door. I jump back, placing a hand over my heart as I try to calm down my breathing. HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT! "Don't do that!"I yell at her leaning against the edge of my bed. "I will do what I want,"She informs me. "You're going to school, it's your first day and it already looks like you're ready, so go,"She smirks.

I sigh inwardly and grab my white bag that's covered with drawings by the one and only me. I drape it over my shoulder. "Bye mom,"I say walking straight past her.

I go into the kitchen and grab a piece of toast then grab the peanut butter and spread some on. I take a bite of it and notice that one of my younger brothers came into the kitchen along with one of my older brothers. There's 13 of us total. "Hey squirt,"I smile at my 12 year old brother. "You're only five years older than me!" He pouts. "Josh tell Sean that since he's five years younger than me that makes me able to call him squirt,"I whine like a two year old. "You can call him squirt but I wouldn't say that you're any more mature than he is,"Josh, my 26 year old older brother, chuckles. Sean and I both roll our eyes at him.

Josh is definitely the older brother of the group although I have more. He just has the older brother gist. He's over protective, caring, honest, loving type. He'll pick on me any chance that he gets but if I'm upset he'll make sure to comfort me and make sure that I'm alright. He's the only one that I'll talk to when I'm upset. He has dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes just like me. He's tall and is most certainly a basketball player (I am not one of those people that think if you're tall you play basketball) but he has a football build. But even though he can handle himself, if you hurt him in anyway shape or form I will personally take care of you.

Then there's Sean. He has slightly darker, shaggy hair but the same light blue eyes. He's shorter for his age but still loves basketball. I'll practice baseball with him outside whenever it's nice out. I am very protective over him. He's a bit emotional and can be picked on for it a lot even by family. I always try to be there for him. He's a sweet kid but he loves to pick fights with me. He's stubborn and just like any little brother, extremely annoying. But I love him anyways.

"Well anyways I got to get going, see you later squirt,"I smile messing up Sean's hair before running out of the house grabbing my boots and pulling them on. I know I can't stay for too long because if I did, I would never make it out. Try fending off 12 boys all at once while trying to leave the house for school, it isn't easy. I rushed to my car. Please don't let them come out. Please don't let them ask for a ride.

I open up my car door and suddenly I felt someone tugging on my shirt. It was Ian, my 6 year old brother. He looks a lot like Sean, same darker shaggy hair, light blue eyes, and even the same toothy grin. He's a sweet kid but he's quite mischievous. Behind that adorable toothy grin is the devil reincarnated. He sort of reminds me of well me. I use to be exactly like that. We normally play soldier and well we help each other with each other's pranks. But we mostly just try to impress one another.

"Hey, tiny soldier, what's up?"I say looking at him then up at the door, to make sure no one else is coming, then back down at him. "Trust me, no one will come out anytime soon. Everyone wanted showers so I left them a present. Some of the soaps has fresh unnoticeable paint on them which will soon become noticeable when they get out of the shower. Some conditioners have hair coloring in them. And some shampoos have toothpaste in them,"He says looking at me innocently.

"Ian, you seriously are an evil genius. But who's the one you won't prank because you know she'll prank you back,"I smirk. He smiles at the first part then looks down at the ground, shyly after I ask my question. "You are,"He mumbles. "I didn't hear you and look at me when I'm talking to you, soldier,"I smile and start to tickle him. He giggles and pushes my hands away. "Yes sir!"He shouts, saluting me. I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow. "I-I m-me-mean,"He stutters. I nod my head for him to continue. "Yes ma'am!"He shouts, straitening his back, looking me  in my eyes (which was a little hard for him so I squatted down), and saluted me properly.

"That's my tiny soldier,"I say messing up his hair. His smile grows as I do so. "Sommy, can you take me to school?"He asks with a baby like voice, puppy dog eyes, lip quiver, his hands clamped tightly together as he sways from side to side. "How can I say no to that adorable face,"I tell him like I'm talking to a baby. He hugs me and I shake my head. Why do I always cave like this. He's just too cute. I push up my seat and place Ian in the back car seat.

Suddenly I hear the passenger door open and then close causing me to jump back, frightened. "Kevin! Don't... scare... Me... Like... That,"I say pausing between each word to catch my breath.

Kevin is my 14 year old little brother. He's quite the weirdo but he's tons of fun to be around. He always has a weird joke up his sleeve and I'm guessing he was the first one to get pranked by Ian this morning. Kevin's face, arms, and legs was covered with neon blue paint. His hair looked greasy and was still wet. It wasn't the normal dirty blonde hair that he usually has but is now a light shade of orange. With a peppermint smell to it. I swear his hair is sparkling right now.

"Sorry,"He mumbles, brushing out his hair with his fingers. "I'm guessing you need a ride too?"I ask and he nods crazily. I grab the top of his head and his chin to stop him from nodding. "Ok I get it,"I sigh. I hurry up and push back the seat then jump in the car.

Just as I'm driving off I see my 16 year old brother, Carson waving for me to turn back. "Sommer!"His shrilly, puberty voice yells from the distance. His hair is a bright purple which is normally a light blonde. His arms, legs, and face is covered in red paint. All he had on was a towel that was wrapped tightly around him. I wave back and continue to drive off. As I look at my side view mirror I see him flipping me off. I giggle and turn a corner loosing sight of him in the process.