Chapter 1

        "Dan! Get up, it's time to get ready for school!" shouted Braedyn, my older brother as he pounded on the door. I grudgingly get out of bed, walk over to my closet, pull off my underwear, and wrap a towel around my waist. My family has a habit of staying up all night and sleeping all day, which is hard to do with school. We call ourselves a nocturnal family. I walk across the hall to the bathroom, we have the whole top floor to the guys of the family. My family has 5 boys, including myself. I have two older brothers, Braedyn and Chase, and two younger brothers, Tanner and Nick. I have 3 sisters, Kaytlin and Rachel are my older sisters and Kaela is my younger. Braedyn, Chase, Kaytlin, and Rachel are quadruplets; Tanner, Nick, and Kaela are triplets. I am the odd ball of the family, being the only one since my great-grandpa that was born alone.
          I go to the bathroom and start the shower. I stand in front of the mirror looking at my body. My whole family, except my dad, has the same looks. Tall and scrawny, golden blond hair, with the same deep, rich, gorgeous, emerald green eyes. My dad is muscular. He looks like he could be a super hero. He has black hair with crystal blue eyes. He is short compared to the rest of the family but tall compared to the average man. I am the only one of the family that is not physically fit. I am scrawny and look like I should be in shape, but I have no muscle on my body. My older brothers were football, basketball, and track stars. Kaytlin was a star basketball player and Rachel was Cheer captain for 3 years. I am on the Cross Country team, but that's all the sports I do. I'm not the fastest runner they have, but I'm not the slowest either. Instead, I do choir and drama, the only things it seems like I'm good at.
          After I shower, I go brush my teeth. My family has always had sharp, straight, beautiful pearly white teeth. Call it a curse, but the guys in my family have had to shave ever since we were 10. We have a thick beard with even thicker bunches of hair that grow from our cheeks. My family calls them whiskers, because that's what they look like. All the guys have to shave our "whiskers" three times a day. It gets annoying to say the least. I do my hair in the normal style; straight, messy, and jelled. After I'm done getting ready in the bathroom, I go back to my room in my towel. I put on a pair of dark blue jeans and a purple, black, and gray plaid shirt with a black t-shirt underneath. I put on my black converse to go with it.
          By the time I get done getting ready it is time to go to school. Tanner, Nick, Kaela, and I get into my 2014, silver Ferrari Enzo. It has black leather interior and a $2000 sound system. Even though I am not the most popular kid in school, I drive one of the nicest cars at the school. The school has set up a private garage for us to park our cars, with our own code to grant us access to the school. Each of my older siblings have their own car; my younger sibling are waiting for their cars to arrive, and my parents have their own also. My mother is a Lawyer, she is one of the best in the state. My father is a world-renowned surgeon. To say the least, we are not tight on money.
          My first class of the day is Anatomy and Physiology, one of my favorite classes. In class I sit next to my best friend Jordyn. He is the type of kid that everyone thinks is gay. He has light brown curly hair with brown eyes.  Whenever we perform, rock the stage. We are the top male performers for the play. Next to him sits Robyn, his girlfriend. I do not see what he sees in her. She is the type of girl that changes her hair color and length every month. She knows she is good at acting and doesn't let anyone forget it, including myself. Most of the school does not like her, she is snotty and treats everyone, except her circle of friends, like they are the scum off her shoe.
          Our teacher, Mr. Wellyrd, is one of my favorite teachers. He is getting close to retirement, but he still acts like a kid. If someone is tardy for class, they have to bring cookies. If someone drops their book on the floor, they have to bring cookies. If someone says "Shoot" they have to bring cookies. Rather than writing us up, he has us bring cookies. In one of the empty storage rooms he has a "store." He sells soda, candy, pop-tarts; just about everything imaginable. I never want this class to end, but sadly, it does.
          My next class is AP Calculus. I do not like math one bit, but yet I understand it and excel in it. My teacher, Ms. Shoo, is the kind of teacher that tries to be funny and cool, but everyone knows she isn't. She always wears the weirdest sweaters and treats us all like we are still in middle school. I really have no friends in this class, so I usually sit in the corner of the class and mind my own business. Today, things are different.
          Eric, the quarterback on the football team and the school jock, come to my desk and knocks my books on the floor.
          "That's not a nice way to treat your books Dan. You should pick them up." he says as he grabs my neck and pushes me with enough force to send my out of my seat. Everyone in the class is now looking back at us and is laughing.
          "Why don't you go make out with your queer friend Jordyn." he said.
          "Don't you dare bring Jordyn into this!" I said through clenched teeth.
          "Oh, protecting your boyfriend are you now?" teased Eric.
          Something in me snapped. I got up and tackled Eric, knocking over desks and chairs. He was too strong for me though, he threw me off him, picked my up by my shirt, and threw me against the wall. I could see everyone in the class gathering in the "fight" circle by now. Eric's fist clenched and I prepared myself for the punch.
          "Eric! Stop that! Leave him alone!" said Chloee, the hottest, smartest, nicest girl in school. She was the envy of the school. Every guy wanted her, but it seemed the only person she wanted was Eric. Who could over love the heavy weight champion of bullying? Eric was the typical football player, strong, bigger than most people, but that was all muscle. He could run the fastest, lift the most, and kill with his pinky. Then there is Chloee. She is tan, gorgeous by all means. She had beautiful brown hair and a perfect body to go with it. She was on the Cheer squad, the Debate team, and in all AP classes; she never put herself with the "unpopular" crowd, and yet here she was, protecting me.
          Eric dropped me to the floor and went to his seat looking like a hurt puppy. Chloee came to me.
          "Are you alright?" she asked with a voice that showed her sympathy. She touched the cut on my forehead. Her touch alone was enough to heal anyone. She was always so nice to everyone. She held more heart in her eyes than Eric had compaction in his whole body.
          Almost out of reaction I pushed her hand away and said I was fine. I picked up my books and sat in my seat. The bell for class rang. The whole fight took 5 minutes, although it seemed like it took 20. Ms. Shoo walked in and almost immediately noticed the messed up desks and the people standing around.
          "What happened here?" she said. She tried to put strictness in her voice, but everyone knew she was a pushover. She did not like the popular crowd one bit.
          "Dan tackled Eric," said Megan, the teacher's pet.
          "Eric threw Dan's books on the floor. He was teasing Dan." said Chloee. The look on Eric's face after that remark was priceless. It was a mix of disbelief that his girlfriend was standing up for the loser of the class and rage and me for making him look like a bad kid.
          Ms. Shoo took one look at me and saw the cut of my head. In a matter of minutes blood was down to my neck. She let out a squeal at the sight. She went over to her desk and pulled out a write up form. No doubt it was for me. Everybody loved Eric, including the teachers. Eric never did anything wrong. I always got the blame for everything, and this allowed Eric to feel like he could get away with anything. Ms. Shoo walked over to Eric and handed him the slip. The whole class gawked open mouthed at what just happened. Eric let out a sigh of amazement. He was so confused. How could his plan have backfired? He got up from his desk, took one glare at me that said "You're dead" and walked out of the class room.
          "Would someone please take Dan to the office" said Mrs. Shoo.    
          Chloee jumped up immediately and came over to me. She held out her hand and said, almost melodically, said, "Let's go Dan."

Author's Note

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