You were a young kid — around the age of fourteen. You lived with your eight older brothers — Leon, who was twenty five, Marc, who was twenty three, Damien and Linxion, who were ninteen, Roderick, who was eighteen, Alex and Vlad, who were sixteen, and Jameson, who was fifteen. You guys lived in California — over near the beach in a mansion… You guys lived right along the beach itself.. being able to walk out and see the ocean.

You guys all lived together since your two oldest brothers were millionaires. They knew your guys’ parents weren’t too good… so they took all six of you in. Leon and Marc were both very proper and rich. They were popular, handsome… everything. Damien and Linxion were twins — Damien was a huge weirdo… always over girls and being perverted, while Linxion stayed all over boys… he had an emo style too. Roderick was completely different though… he was a druggie — always getting high… Alex and Vlad were twins as well — both polar opposites. Alex was a popular jock… while Vlad was a gothic nerd. Two different people… and last — was Jameson. He was a huge slob. He didn’t do much besides skate, play video games, and be all gross.

One rainy and humid afternoon, you all were going grocery shopping. Everyone was forced to go every time since everyone complained about being hungry. Everyone just went their own ways — Marc and Leon stayed with the carts while Vlad and Jameson sat in them. They were too tired… Roderick, Linxion, and Alex all ran off to go find food and random things… they were such trouble makers. Damien was running around looking for magazines and weird things for himself… while you — being one of the normal ones… just followed Leon and Marc around while they looked for food.

You were more normal than them all — you had your own style, opinions… everything. You weren’t that big of a problem… everyone else just acted foolish and stupid. No one knew why.