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Havenxxx · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Havenxxx** on Mon Dec 13, 2010 5:30 pm

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It was a brisk morning for the beginning of July, leading thermometers to barely reach seventy-five degrees. The moods in the Price and Edwards cars weren’t much warmer.

At this time, I’ll ask you, Thomas, and you, Ellen, to face each other and take each other’s hands.

The priest was a short man, bald and fairly chubby. He was standing in front of a thin, petite women with brown hair done up beautifully, wearing a pure white dress. Her hand was being gently held by a man with a crew-cut of brown hair, and a classy suit. A smile adorned both of their faces and their eyes seemed to be shining as brightly as possible.

“Thomas, will you take Ellen to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”

“I will,” Thomas replied, he voice assertive as his grey-blue orbs gazed out at the sea of people sitting in the church pews.

“Ellen, will you take Thomas to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”

“I will,” was Ellen’s solid reply, her brown eyes meeting his for a blissful moment.

After a few more blessings and the exchange of the rings, the priest concluded, “I pronounce that they are Man and Wife, In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

There wasn’t a moment to spare before Thomas had his arms wrapped around his new wife, embracing her in a long kiss before they pulled away, moving down the aisle, past their children who had been seated on opposite sides of the church, and outside where they were greeted by family and friends. In only a few moments they would be departing for their wedding reception, while their children would head back to the newly bought home to get to know each other. It wasn’t the most common thing, to just leave a bunch of strangers, or new step-siblings, alone in a new home on the first day, but Thomas and Ellen felt that maybe their children would be more comfortable getting to know each other without them hanging over their shoulders. Besides, the newlyweds wanted a night to themselves.

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If Jack didn’t have the ear buds of his iPod plugging his ears, he probably would have fallen asleep for the ceremony. The service was over an hour long, he had been forced by his mother into wearing a dressy suit and adding on the fact that Jack was far from excited at seeing his mother marry a stranger, just didn’t work well. He was angry at his mother for not telling them about Thomas and for uplifting the family from the town they had resided in forever, angry at his new stepsiblings for existing, and angry at his father for dying. Life wasn’t going his way, and just as things were starting to become “alright”, this happened.

With a long sigh, Jack stood up, pulling the earphones from his ears as he watched his mother and “stepfather” gleefully exit the church. Slowly the rows exited and as Jack’s eyes glanced on the opposite side of the church, he spotted the prissy looking bunch of blondes that were easily assumable to be the Edwards’. The idea of living with a bunch like that really sickened Jack. They appeared to be quite the opposite of his family, and the fact that their father had something to do with the military proved the point. Jack knew the marriage wouldn’t work out, and was just hoping that the divorce would happen sooner than later so they could assume their old lives.

“This is such B.S.,” he muttered, moving through the crowd and exiting through the large church doors to a bright, comfortably cool day. It was easy to spot his mother and Thomas in the crowd, as they were being photographed in front of a delicate fountain; arms around each other as if life was perfect. Life definitely was not perfect.

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“Oh! There they are! Jack, Jay, Jane, Issabella and Michele; over here!” Ellen’s voice was audible over the eager chatter from relatives and friends, and Jack made his way towards her.

“Mine are coming as well,” Thomas added, gazing towards the church doors and spotting what appeared to Jack as a sea of blonde. “Jordan! Rally up the troops and bring them over here!” he shouted, catching his eldest daughter’s attention and waiting for them to come over before speaking.

“Kids, you ten have a car waiting for you right across the street. Ellen- your mother, and I, cannot go back to the house with you to show you around, but don’t worry. We had the movers set everything up yesterday, so everything is in place. You guys have a few hours to relax and get to know each other before a car will pick you up and bring you to the reception hall to have dinner with us,” Thomas’ voice was stern, yet the excitement for the day was clear.

“Jay, you know to keep everyone in check,” Ellen added, giving her son a smile of pure happiness before gazing back at Thomas dreamily.

“Jordan; you too. The lists of bedrooms that are being shared are posted in the main hallway on the second floor. Oh! - The car is here; we’ll see you kids tonight, and please; try to behave.”

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Jack really hadn’t been listening to what the man was speaking, as by no means was he going to show respect to such a stranger, but the “sharing of bedrooms” part definitely struck him off guard. Jack’s bedroom was his sanctuary, his safe haven, the only place where he was alone, and now that was ruined. The anger was boiling inside of him, but he kept his expression unfazed as he headed towards the SUV that would be taking them to their new home.

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Mon Dec 13, 2010 10:26 pm

Jay Price

What a beautiful and happy day, ain't it? Wrong. You could not be more wrong. To Jay, it was comparable to a funeral, and although it was the stereotypical "won't conform" attitude, Jay was seriously disturbed by the fact that suddenly their mother was marrying a man. A man that they didn't even know she fucking had. Dressed in a navy suit, Jay couldn't feel more out of place. His shirt was half-way out over his leather belt, his tie loose and hanging limply. Hell, he wasn't gonna look the part if he didn't feel it. Dark hair slicked into a wedge-like Mohawk while his brows knit together in an everlasting frown. Once the ceremony was complete and his mother walked outside with her new boy, Jay followed his brother outside. That's when they were called over towards the happy couple. And Jay was so hoping to not be noticed.

There wasn't a problem of his mom having a new man, hey, as long as it makes her happy. But adding five more kids to their already dysfunctional family. That was a sin all in itself.

Standing with his hands nestled in his pant pockets, and with his shoulders lifted in that all too obvious "don't give a shit" posture, Jay nodded indifferently to his mother's demand to keep things in check. He hardly ever did, and she knew that. It was a rare sight that Jay ever took interest in his siblings' lives, and not like it was necessary: each and every one of them had interest of their own, there was no need for bonding.

Needless to say, Jay looked like a bad boy in a suit, slightly disheveled with that swagger and posture, there was no sign of any prestige, just devilish charm and narcissism. Once his new step-father mentioned that their car has arrived, he didn't waste time and turned on his heels, heading towards the car. As he was walking away, he plucked a flask from the inside pocket of his blazer, took a quick swig and re-hid it next to his heart.

Derek Edwards

On the other side of the river, Derek was pretty damn happy for his dad. This all took a toll on everyone, but in the end, there was a need for positivity in this kind of a day. Derek certainly wasn't sure of his step-siblings, since he hasn't actually seen any of them, but he was willing to give it a try. After all, it is exciting to meet new people, especially family members. With that in mind, Derek followed his siblings outside where the new bride and groom beamed brightly towards them. His father's regular stern call was all he managed to hear. And as he neared the couple, he could see the growing crowd of his step-siblings. There was no justifying the sudden judgmental thoughts that entered his mind, but he couldn't help and cringe at the shit-eating grins and typical out of ordinary way they all looked.

Derek was thought to behave, however, so comments regarding their appearances and their postures will have to be saved for another time. Public display of rudeness was one way of showing a disrespectful attitude. And Derek, by all means, was a respectful individual, he just has a few flaws of his own, such a judging others by their appearances.

Once they were directed to the car that had arrived, Derek wasn't the first to go. He was one of the Price boys heading towards it and had managed to catch a glance of what he was doing.

British · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **British** on Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:02 pm

Taylor found it hard to keep focus throughout the lengthy matrimonial service. She spent many minutes of it attempting to flatten out ridges in her dress, and others craning her neck to get a peak at the Price children, who were sitting as far away from them as possible. The day had come with uneasy feelings, adding to the uptight and stressed out persona that Taylor already possessed. They were strangers- total strangers, and she was expected to reside with them as a family? It was complete and utter insanity. Taylor could barely manage controlling her OCD ways around her understanding and generally clean family, but being around a group of new people who weren’t aware of her long list of pet peeves was basically asking for a fight.

In only a few moments, there seemed to be a rush of people moving out of the church following her father and the woman, Ellen, and Taylor found herself robotically getting up and moving behind the crowd until she had reached the outdoors. The fresh morning air felt nice, but it didn’t calm Taylor’s nerves. She ran her fingers through her hair as she continued after her siblings towards her father. Honestly, at the sight of the people who were apparently her stepsiblings, Taylor felt as if she was on the Island of Misfit Toys. Who were these people? Their expressions seemed less than excited and although they were all in formal wear; their general demeanor just seemed so… different. Died hair was spotted on one girl, while piercings were apparent on a few and many of them seemed to have some pretty awkward senses of style. She guessed that it symbolized their attitudes, which were ever so apparent in their unenthusiastic glares, despite the peppy sound of their mother. Taylor doubted that she looked excited either, but at least she looked presentable. No matter how much she hated the event, it still was her father’s wedding and she knew to be on her best behavior to represent him positively.

When her father directed them towards a car parked across the street, Taylor nodded slightly and turned, waiting for Derek to go after the two Price boys before she began to walk. She caught up with her brother, walking closely next to him before muttering, “Derek, these people are freaks,” and entering the car that would soon be packed.

chaoticsunrise · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **chaoticsunrise** on Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:01 am

Michele sat slouched in her chair, tapping her fingers lightly on the armrest as she watched her mother marry a stranger. She was less than thrilled about this union, and also less than thrilled about having a new group of teenagers to live with. Her own family was dysfunctional enough without adding a bunch of stuck-up military brats. As the preach asked if anyone objected, like the do at all weddings, she was almost tempted to leap from her seat and voice her disapproval of her mother's rash decision and immature behavior. For God's sake if she was going to be an old woman she might as well act like one.

As the ceremony ended, she stood slowly and hurried her way out of the church, getting outside before even her mother and Thomas. The fresh air hit her face, and made her smile slightly, but it was still not enough to completely soothe her. The world was falling apart right before her eyes, and there was nothing she could really do about it. As he mother came out of the church with Tom, she took a few steps toward them to listen to what was going on. They were going to be alone in the house? Thank God, that meant she could have a smoke. She wasn't one to light up often, but whenever she was faced with a stressful situation, it was the best way to calm her down. She was just starting to settle into the idea of going home to her own room and taking a nice long drag off of one of the cancer sticks tucked away in her purse when she heard the phrase "list of bedrooms that are being shared". Shared? it was like the worst nightmare she could imagine. She was going to have to share a room? Her mind cleared for a moment and she let out a small breath. She was probably only going to have to share with Jane or Issabella, which wouldn't be too bad.

Glancing across the street at the car that the other kids were all filing off to, she hugged her mother slightly and ran off. It's not so much that she was against the children that were moving in, she was just against having a new father figure in her life. Smiling a little bit at every child she passed that wasn't her own flesh and blood, she finally reached the car and hopped in, looking over at Jay. "Well, this is going to be fun, isn't it?" the sarcasm was basically dripping off her voice, and by now she was really itching for the cigarette. "Everyone should hurry up.." her tone sounded irritable as she crossed her arms and leaned her head back against the seat.

Fallen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Fallen** on Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:50 am

Issabella Marie Price

Things were changing so quickly, so abruptly without warning. Tears streamed down her face as she watched the ceremony, not due to anger or sadness, but because she saw the happiness in her mother's eyes. Regardless of whether or not this was something she wanted for her family or herself was not important in this moment, her mother had not been this genuinely happy since she was with her father, her mind strayed for a moment. She didn't remember many things about her father, though there were certain memories that did stick out. She was closer to her father when she was young, and this man, this man would indefinitely take his place. Usually, the step mother or father says to the children they are not taking the previous ones place, but it isn't really true. Issabella wiped the tears from her eyes and forced a smile on her face. Her hair was down as usual and she was wearing a horrific formal dress which was mid length which made it all the worse. It was an emerald green color that matched her eyes and layered itself in its ruffled bottom. On her neck was a self tied ribbon which was sideways. Unlike many of her siblings in heels she had on green converse, as heels were death traps for her. Her snake bites were still in, her tongue piercing, her eyebrow piercing in tact. She had always heard it was bad to take them out for too long and was afraid to take them out. She looked a bit odd altogether. Her eye makeup was just heavy black eyeliner. She'd never really gone outside eyeliner, she wasn't girly that way.

After the ceremony was over she looked around to see no one particularly happy. Jay looked annoyed and pissed off, Michele looked like she wanted to leave as soon as possible, and the other siblings across the way, mostly the same could be said for them. She sighed, getting up and making her way out of the church, following her sister, Michele whom she could barely keep up with. As she did so she caught the conversation of her mother and Thomas, apparently they would be alone with the other siblings for a while. Issabella stopped walking, in shock for a moment. She was deathly scared of the other siblings. First impressions, were something she always messed up. If she weren't in such shock she would have hyperventilated. On top of this, they were going to be sharing rooms. Could she not just share a room with one of her sisters? Even her brothers, she would have taken that as well. Issabella smiled at her mother as she followed Michele to the car. She didn't feel like talking at the moment, she needed to sort through some thoughts in her head. How could she avoid them for a while? In general, in her family you can dissapear and no one would think anything of it, what of the other family?

Issabella opened the car door and slowly got in, sitting next to her sister, though not saying anything thinking she'd probably tick her off. No one was in a good mood and she felt as though one word would push them over the edge. She stared out the window for a second and wondered what the other family was like. Were they like her family? Would they even like her? She leaned against the window softly, starting to feel a bit tired. She was a weak and fragile individual physically and never really lasted long. As she waited, she started doodling with her finger on the car window.

Jeffrey! · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Jeffrey!** on Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:13 am

David sat up straight throughout the ceremony, or at least, he tried to. He had more trouble sitting still than he had in his entire life, he just felt so uncomfortable. He was sitting in some church, watching his father marry some woman he didn't know while he was wearing a suit and tie that seemed to get tighter and tighter as he realized his life was never going to be the same. It wasn't fair, his father should have at least told them sooner, given them time to get used to the whole idea. But he hadn't and there was no use dwelling on it. There was but one thought that stuck in his head throughout the entire wedding, how where they all going to live together? Certainly his father didn't expect his children to magically get along with their new step-siblings.

He breathed an audible sigh of relief as the wedding ended, he had honestly never been more ready to get up and walk in his entire life. He needed something to push the anxiety and nerves back down his throat. He followed what felt like mob of people out the door, the fresh air was like a godsend to him. It helped to calm him, if only just a little. He quickly walked towards his father's commanding voice, hands in his pockets. Honestly, Jordan didn't have to "rally the troops" they could hear their father's voice from a mile away on any given day. He tried to not look like this was the worst day of his life as he walked over, but he was having a hard time not grimacing when he saw his new step-siblings, he shook his head slightly. They probably weren't that bad, right?

He couldn't believe what his dad was saying, they where going to leave ten teenagers all alone in a house for a few hours. He raised his eyebrow at that. Something told him his new step-siblings could do quite a bit of damage to a house in a few hours. But that thought was completely gone when he heard his father say they where sharing bedrooms. He closed his eyes and began to hope and pray he was sharing a room with Derek. He knew his father well enough to know he would be sharing a room with another guy, but he prayed he didn't have to share one with a total stranger. He didn't know what he would do in that situation.

When the car arrived he shot one last look at his dad before sighing and climbing into the SUV that was waiting. He sat down and leaned back against the seat, trying his best to sit still. He was starting to feel fidgety again.

StarStruck · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **StarStruck** on Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:36 pm

With closed eyes, Jane sat slumped in her chair, totally blocking out everything that was going on around her. Rows behind were at least one hundred people; some of her mother’s close friends and family, and even some of her father’s, and on the opposite side, people who were familiar with Thomas and his family. Jane didn’t know much of anyone in the church besides her own siblings, and found no need to impress a single one of them by acting interested in the ceremony at all.

The sound of the organ playing a rather blissful tune was the only thing that pulled Jane’s head out of her hands, and once realizing that the service was over, a small smile reached her face as she followed the crowd of guests out of the cathedral. It wasn’t hard to spot her mother, the beautiful women dressed in all white, and her cheerful voice that called them over, but the loud voice of the male next to her was definitely unnecessary. “Rally the troops,” was what he had said, and the phrase caused Jane to literally laugh out loud. She knew that he had something to do with the military, but really; calling his kids troops? The group of blondes that quickly filed towards them really made Jane regret the decision to die her hair blonde. By no means did she want to look like those perfectly trained preps at all. An air of superiority seemed to follow them and it made Jane simply roll her eyes. It was already apparent that she was going to find it difficult to get along with these people who looked as if they walked out of the J. Crew catalogue.

As Jane listened to her mother speak, she couldn’t help but to notice how hypnotized by Thomas, her mother seemed to be. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing, as her mother was clearly happy, but the way that Thomas was so commanding did bother her. His following words about sharing bedrooms didn’t help, but Jane automatically assumed that she’d be put with one of her own sisters so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

Her eyes moved across the street to where a rather large SUV was waiting with a driver inside, and Jane headed towards it, following after Jack, Jay and some of the blonde ones. As she swiftly moved past a boy and younger Edwards child, she managed to hear the girl mutter something about them being freaks. Jane directed a glare in the girls direction and upon entering the car, made sure to sit a great distance from the brat.

RaeRaeButterfly · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RaeRaeButterfly** on Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:33 pm

Alana had sat through the service, totally quiet. Not moving an inch or a muscle, only breathing. No clapping, smiling or anything else. Until her father kissed Ellen, her new step mother. That's when the tears started. Alana wasn't happy crying. She was crying because she couldn't stand to see her father replacing her mother like this. Alana sat, in her seat, tears streaming down her face, until she heard her fathers voice. She wasn't interested in moving, but she knew she better get her but over to her father before he screamed at her. Pulling herself off the chair, she went over to her father. She was barely paying attention, until the words sharing rooms and her eyes widened. "No. I refuse to be in a room with someone I barely know" Alana protested, until she realized her father wasn't paying attention, and she sighed, and stormed off towards the car, sliding inside it gently. Alana was wearing a rather pretty dress, a little short for her father's liking but then again, Alana didn't care.

"Taylor. There not freaks. Just people your not particularly fond of." Alana told her younger sister, tears still trailing down her cheeks as she pulled a tissue out of her bag. Wiping at her eyes, she glanced around the car. The Price Kids didn't look that bad. For now. "I know we've been told to share rooms. But I'm going to pull that list down, rip it up, and burn it. And just innocently claim that there was never a list." Alana shrugged. "Now the only people that would have a problem with that is dad, and your mom-whatever her name is. So if you want to be a little goody goody, and tell on me, I don't care. I'm used to it. You'll be the ones running when you hear his loud voice, screaming at me. Alana smirked.

Havenxxx · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Havenxxx** on Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:20 pm

Jack had taken a seat in the back of the car, resting his head against the cool glass pane of the window and closing his eyes after turning the volume on his iPod back up. He didn’t want to deal with either the awkward silence, or the forced awkward conversation that would take place over the duration of the car ride, and he needed to relax. What he really needed was a nice joint, but obviously that was going to have to wait.

Eminem pulsed through his ears, calming the boy a bit but not enough to stop him from cracking his eyes open every few minutes once the car had started moving to check if they were at the home yet. Jack was curious to see what his new abode would be like. Would it be a great mansion; proper and elegant, in a way to satisfy the desires of these formal Edwards, or would his mother have been the one who had selected the home? In that case, it would be a lot more homey and free. Things wouldn’t be too expensive inside because things in their house always seemed to break over the course of weekend parties, and their mother was a lot more creative with the interior design.

The car was beginning to drive through a residential area, so the earphones were pulled from Jack’s ears as he gazed out of the window, just managing to catch a comment from one of the blonde females about how she was going to take down the bedroom list when they got in anyway.

“What the hell is that going to do? They already moved all of our stuff into our bedrooms anyway?” he muttered, barely audible as he didn’t feel like causing any problems so early on in the relationship. The ignorance of the girl’s tone bothered him, but he turned his head back towards the window and focused on the water, which had randomly come into sight behind some of the large houses to his right. Between the gaps of the different mansions he was able to make out the blue waves, which brought a quick smile to his face. They were in walking distance from the beach, so surfing wouldn’t be a problem. The next turn that the car made, made Jack even happier. The car moved through a set of large gates, sliding a card which was apparently the key, into a small slot before the gates opened, and moments later they were driving down a long driveway which led to a beautiful home. The greenery in front of the home was flawless and there was a sea of blue visible behind the home, signaling that they lived on waterfront property.

For a moment, Jack forgot about the negatives of the move. He forgot about leaving behind his few friends, their home, the memories of his father, and having to live with a new man and his children. For a moment, Jack was happy to be here, but after jumping out of the car and looking around, spotting the other children, that happiness faded. He came back to reality, and knew that although this seemed perfect, he was going to have to share it with a bunch of strangers. The idea weighed him down but not enough to keep him from quickening his pace towards the home, pulling open the unlocked door and taking in the fresh scent of a new home.

He didn’t dwell on the first floor though and jogged up the stairs before spotting the list that the man had spoken about. He placed his finger on the sheet of paper, running it down the list until he spotted his own name next to someone named Derek. They would be sharing room four, and as Jack hurried down the hallway, he spotted a door with a small four painted onto it in black. He pulled the door open and glanced around, noting that although it was a fairly large room with a nice view of the water, there was just no way that he was going to be able to share it with someone else. There would be no way that this Derek would want to live in a room that constantly smelled of marijuana, or one that would soon be covered in Jack’s belongings. He was a messy person and because he had never shared a room with anyone, he honestly didn’t know how to. A bedroom was supposed to be personal space- how could you share one?

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