21OKAY! so this is my story At the Beginning!...the recunstructed one anyway...
now, if you've already read the chapters i did have up, you still need to read this. i made some changes so this story is a little more interesting, and i have something to do after... anywho!
im sorry if you hate me for not updating, and then reconstructing things, but i couldn't go anywhere with the other version...
so...read and review?
Disclaimer:...i own nothing but my characters...and my dreams of the boys :)
"Shit!" I all but yelled as I dropped my box of books on my foot, successfully dumping them all on the floor. I didn't mean to, I really didn't. It's just that I walked into the room that was deemed mine, and was too shocked to hold onto the heavy box.
Pink.
That is the colour on the walls. And it isn't even the kind of pink that has a whole bunch of different colours in it. No. It was Pepto Bismol pink. And for the record, I greatly dislike pink.
The names of different colours drifted through my head as I thought about how to redecorate my room. As I sat on my bed, the door opened to reveal my older brother Alex, and younger sister Brittany.
Alex took a quick look around at my room. It was small, smaller than the other four, with two windows side-by-side, and a nice sized window seat, right across the from the bedroom door (my only problem with the room was the colour, even the window seat cushion was pink!).
He smirked before turning to look at me. "Wow, Casey. Can I have you room?" he asked innocently. He was an odd one he was. At 6'2", he had messy black hair, sapphire blue eyes, high cheekbones and slightly pointed chin, and the favourite colour pink. I wondered sometimes if he were gay, but he has had a few girlfriends, so I knew he wasn't.
"Hah! In your dreams Alex!" me and Brittany did a really good job of teasing him about his favourite colour. "Besides," I said as I started piling the books that I dropped back into the box, "you have way too much stuff. You wouldn't be able to fit half of it in here."
Both Brittany and Alex started chuckling at that. "She has a point Alex. Besides, you and I need to start unpacking our things, so lets stop bugging Casey."
Brittany was average looking, with long black hair to the middle of her back, perfect cheekbones and a slightly rounded jaw, with pretty ice blue eyes. She was an average height of 5'5", and looked exactly like me.
You see, myself Brittany and Alex were all born about 4 minutes apart, successfully making us triplets. We were born in London, England 17 years ago on November 15 to John and Sandra Wilson, as Alexander Jonathon Wilson, Samantha Casey Wilson (I only let one person call me Sam, and that's my dad), and Brittany Aubrey Wilson .
Not even one year after we were born, our parents packed us up and moved us away to Nova Scotia, Canada. We lived until we were 10, and then we moved to Ontario, Canada, and now Ipswich, Massachusetts.
They left the room, and I started to set all of my things up off of the walls, and made sure to leave my painting supplies near the door. I would kill someone if my room was left pink for too long.
Over the next few days, we unpacked everything in the house, and (finally) painted my room several different shades of blue, all mixed together. We also painted Brittany's and Alex's rooms black. They both had a thing with putting huge blotches of bright colours over the black.
It was currently Sunday, and tomorrow morning me and my siblings were going to be starting at the famous Spencer Academy. See, even though our family moved around a bit, we had money. Lots of it.
Before bed that night I experienced the luxury of having my own private bathroom, with a Jacuzzi tub. A nice hour and a half long bath and I was sleeping peacefully under my covers.
The next morning I woke at 5:30, anticipation tight in my stomach. As I listened, I heard both my brother and sister moving around as well.
I went into my bathroom and washed my face before going downstairs to grab a quick bite to eat. I wasn't surprised to see Alex and Britt grabbing granola bars or cereal. It often happened that we would wake within 10 minutes of each other. Call it a triplets sense, if you will.
I returned to my bedroom and began curling my black hair and straightening my bangs. I quickly brushed my teeth and changed into my uniform. I disliked uniforms, especially this one because it looks like I was picked out by a blind nun.
I was just putting on a thin layer of eyeliner when there came a knock at my door. "Come in Alex." I knew that it was him because Britt was either busy doing her makeup or brushing her teeth.
I heard my door open and then saw Alex lean up against the bathroom door frame. As he watched me he smirked. I knew that look.
"What?" knowing my luck he was going to say something along the lines of 'if anyone bugs you today, just tell me and I'll make them back off', or something like that anyways.
His smile just widened a bit before saying, "Nothing. I just though you might want to know that I've heard about a few guys at Spencer that are complete ass holes."
Woohoo! Go brain! "Oh. Okay. You know you don't have to worry about me. I could knock any one of them flat." I said with a small smirk.
I finished with my makeup and reached over and selected a pair of gold hoops and put them in. Then I reached over and grabbed my locket off of the hook. This locket was my baby. When we were born, each one of us got a similar locket that had a picture of mom and dad in one side, and a picture of the three of us as babies in the other side.
We never went anywhere without them.
Just to be completely sure, I glanced at Alex in the mirror and, sure enough, I saw the chain of the locket at either sides of his neck.
I walked back into my bedroom and just as I rechecked my hair in the mirror, Britt walked in my room.
The one thing I loved about Brittany; she always seemed to know how I was going to have my hair for a certain day. For example, today my hair was lightly curled, and her hair was pin straight.
After grabbing our bags from our bedrooms, we walked out to the garage together.
We each had our own cars. Mine was a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, Brittany's was a dark purple Pontiac Sunfire, and Alex's was a black 2007 Mercedes-Benz ML63 AMG.
Most of the time we took Alex's car when going places. It was a little more inconspicuous than my Impala.
When we arrived at the academy we all went in search of our classes, and since we all had the same classes, it was quite easy.
Between classes, watching girls ogle over Alex, and laughing at guys ogling over the two of us, Brittany and I made our way to the parking lot with Alex. That was when we saw them.
The Sons of Ipswich.
The four of them were around a black hummer, two of them leaning against it. Of the two leaning against the hulking truck, one was a blonde, and the other one was a brunette. Another brunette was standing a few feet away, and another leaning up against a yellow motorbike.
Mr. Motorbike had a dark skinned girl leaning up against him.
As Brittany, me, and Alex looked at the 5 people, another girl joined them.
She was a blonde, with a nice figure. As she was walking over she must have seen us because she said something to the standing brunette, and all 6 of the people turned and looked at me and my siblings.
We were at Alex's car now, and as he slipped into the front seat, Brittany into the passenger seat, I stared at the Son that was leaning against drivers door.
He was tall, right around 5'10", with spiky brown hair. Even from a distance, I knew that his eyes were a gorgeous cerulean blue, and that his finely muscled body was perfectly proportioned. I also knew that at this very moment, he was remembering the exact same thing that I was remembering.
"Casey? Casey!" My head snapped toward Brittany's voice, she had rolled down the window and her head was sticking out. She looked kind of confused.
I was slightly irritated. "What?"
"Are you getting in or what Casey?" then Alex spoke.
After one quick glance back at the youngest Son, I mumbled a quick "Yea, I'm coming." and climbed into the back of my brothers Mercedes-Benz.
As we drove out of the parking lot, I couldn't keep my eyes off of the four Sons. And the same went for them.
Getting back into our garage, I did my best to climb out of the car and run into the house as fast as I could. But my siblings had other ideas, and caught my arm, spinning me around to face them.
"What the hell was that about Casey?" Alex demanded. He didn't like being left out of things.
"What are you talking about Alex?" I didn't want him knowing. The reason being that what I had done had resulted in our family moving to Ipswich.
"Don't lie to me Samantha!" he only called me Samantha when he was ticked off. "Why were you and that one Son staring at each other?"
"I still don't know what your talking about Alex. Now leave me alone or I'll send Aurora after you while you sleep!"
Alex paled a little at the sound of my three year old albino Burmese python's name, and released my arm. He knew that I wasn't bluffing.
I walked to my bedroom and dumped my backpack inside the door, and then continued to the largest of the 5 bedrooms. What lay inside that bedroom, was my beautiful 11 foot, albino Burmese python Aurora. I had gotten her when I was 6 years old, and she only really trusted me.
Also in that bedroom, was my sisters lizards, Georgia and Jeff, and my brothers two turtles, Sandy and Jack.
I walked over to Aurora, and let her slither up my body, so that she was very loosely wrapped around my neck, her head resting on my shoulder.
I stood there for a good five minutes, lightly stroking her head. I heard the front door open and close.
A minute later, my mother called up the stairs, "Samantha! Come downstairs. We need to talk."
I walked down the stairs, with Aurora still wrapped around me. A swift thought passed through my mind about how I was walking down the stairs with a full grown 11-foot, albino Burmese python that weighed over 100 pounds, wrapped around my body. I was strong.
I reached the kitchen, and my mother told me to follow her down to the basement. I did, because I knew not to argue with my mother.
I walked down the rickety old steps, slightly concerned about them breaking considering there was over 300 pounds on them all at once (my mother included).
We reached the bottom of the stairs and continued to our seats.
Our basement was what we called the conference room. There was a seat for each member of the family.
I took my seat in between Alex and Brittany, and looked at my mother.
"Okay. Samantha, you need to tell them." my dad was looking at me sympathetically.
My mom and dad were the only two people who new, aside from myself, why we so suddenly moved to Ipswich.
"Tell us what?" Alex and Brittany asked at the exact same time.
I sighed. "I have met the youngest of the Sons of Ipswich."
Alex and Brittany's eyes went wide with shock. "What? How?"
I sighed, and began telling them the story, as the entire experience flashed through my mind once again.
See! i molded the first 2 (?) chappys together...ill put up chapter 2 on either Friday or Saturday.
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