There are many families in the world,
and they usually don’t get along that well. But there is one family who get
along so well it is almost frightening. This particular family is made up of seven
children and two parents. The first and eldest child is a 21 year old girl
named Virginia who is dominating art school in New York City. And an eighteen year
old boy named Harvey, he had just graduated from a quite presidios high school,
some might classify him a nerd with the blazers he wears or the big round glasses
placed carelessly on the bridge of his nose. But everyone who knows him instantly
looks up to him as their role model. Next there is Avery the classic sixteen
year old girl. She wore extremely attractive and expensive outfits, and all she
did was shop but she wasn’t mean or snooty. She was surprisingly kind and thoughtful.
Also there was Jeremiah who was Mr. fifteen year old jock so popular, he was
papered with millions of friends and girlfriends but yet he still attempts to
spend time with his family through all the sports he does. Then there was Melanie
and Wendell the fourteen year old twins who are best friends and they share
everything. Then there’s me, Nyla I am the youngest thirteen years old and I am
best described as urban. I wear long flowing skirts and tank tops and my
fingers are covered in rings. Then there are our parents. They are both successful
surgeons who got so in demand and rich that they retired early to be able to
spend time with their children in their huge house in the suburbs of New York.
Yes my family was perfect they got along
and never got in to trouble. It was almost imposable but then there was the tragic
day of when my parents died from a terrible disease and that day the children started
growing apart and fighting. Virginia took in me and the twins and unfortunately
was forced to quit art school which made her slightly resent us. The others
lost touch with us totally, after a terrible fight that shook the whole
neighborhood over the will. Apparently Avery punched Harvey in the nose
breaking his glasses and went to live with her best friend. And Jeremiah quit
high school and moved in with a strange eighteen year old girl. I got over all
this by sucking myself into music and books. Witch was fine by me.
Now it has been seven years and I am
20 years old and I am in school too earn my English teaching degree. The rest
of my family is long gone. I haven’t heard from them in years until one rainy
day. My small phone rang corresponding with the pitter patter of the rain
against my window. I picked it up and gasped at the voice that replied to my
hello. “Nyla, is that you” it was Virginia. “Oh my god Virginia? Yes it’s me I can’t
believe it’s you, how are you?” “I’m fine I’m back at art school senior year.. Well
I was just calling to tell you to meet us at the old mansion; I found a note
from Daddy. He says that he knew we would grow apart and he wants us to all
meet there in that room he never opened.” The phone line died before I could
question “us”.
I stood trembling in front of the old
house. I heard loud shouting coming from the second floor. I sighed and trudged
in. I threw the big doors to a room I had never been open and walked in and
then stopped, taking in the scene. All of my siblings sat around a long table
with a big two way screen in the middle. Small iPads at each seat. I recognized
all of them; the twins were in the midst of a heated argument. Jeremiah was
sitting with his feet up on the table smoking a large cigarette with tattoos all
over his arms and an icky woman stood behind him smoking as well. Virginia had
a repulsed face on as all the cigarette smoke was deliberately being blown in
her face. Harvey was sitting promptly
with a frown underneath a thick beard. And his glasses still poised on his broken
nose. And lastly Avery sadly, after receiving a big amount of money from the
will had become a snotty rich chick.
I crept through the silent room and
sat in my chair, but right as I touched the chair the screen popped on and a
few words started sweeping across the screen and our tablets. We all looked up
and went silent it explained how this is some kind of challenge our parents had
left for us. Then a question popped up on to the screen. It read “will you kids
ever make up and a check box appeared on our iPads. I instantaneously checked
the no box as well as everyone else. “I’m sorry to hear that I’m sorry I will have
to send you away until you make up your mind. We all looked around puzzled but
then suddenly ropes shot out of the chairs and strapped us on to them. I panicked
flailing my arms trying to get out. But it was no use. The seven chairs rose up
and evaporated. The first chair carried Virginia to Africa the second and third
chair to Iraq which held the twins. The other chairs were scattered all around
the world. My chair, the fifth one ended up in France. Two men waited for me.
They informed me that I will be living with them until I contact one of my
siblings and make amends. I was forced into a daily routine working for these
men in their fancy hotel, but I was stubborn and refused to contact my
siblings. And I lived out the rest of my life working for these men and
teaching their children literature. I never saw my sisters or brothers or my
life again.
