I've lived with 7 guys for almost 2 years and somehow I'm still alive. Shocking right.

Well, it all started when my parents unfortunately died. I had to move to a new house and new neighborhood and trust me, it wasn't all that nice.

And the only good thing is we're rich, did I forget to mention we live in a frat house. How we got it, it has something to do with an abandoned frat house and poison.

Nah, I'm kidding it had to do with the money we have.

That was how it begun, then the others moved in and bam, we're all a big happy family.

That's what I thought during the first few months of living with them, until I realized that it's really hard for a girl to live with 7 annoying, dirty, loud college boys. I don't really think I can handle another one.

Oh well, it's fine now that I've gotten used to it and pretty much learned to live and Love all 7 of them.

Yep, up there is me. I mean the little o'l life of moi Raven Pierce.