You were a normal kid, a normal, healthy, thirteen-year-old. You lived with your father, Jonathon, who was divorced, your older brother, who was sixteen, named Arlo, your other older brother who was fourteen named Flynn, and your younger sister who was ten named Nancy. You had good relationships with your siblings and your father, but they all got on your nerves so much.

It was around midnight, and snow was falling and sprinkling around the yard. It was so pretty outside. You were sitting on the couch, playing on your phone. Flynn was chasing Nancy around, laughing and being all weird. Arlo was sitting next to you, all spread out and comfortable. Gross… he had his phone in one hand while his other hand lay on his inner thigh, and your father was cooking dinner, Rice and Chicken. You hated his cooking though.

Your siblings were being so annoying, but you had to deal with it… they were just so rude and obnoxious. Why were they like that?