Your parents decided to have six damn kids. Starting with you. Then Matthew who's 15, David whos 14, Nancy who's 13, Olivia who's 12, and Mark who's 11. You're the oldest one, so you often get forgotten very quickly.

Your parents became very rich from their own various businesses and multiple side businesses. You never had to grow up with no money, but you definitely grew up without love. As soon as Matthew was born, your parents moved on.

Your house is massive. Eight bedrooms, seven are used. Each child has their own room, and then your parents room. The eighth room is connected to your bedroom, so your parents let you have an office.

There's three storeys to the house, and it's quite old. Not super old, it's very intact and still very appealing to look at.

This morning was the start of the last week of summer. Seven more days and you'll be in school again. (Or college, depending.) You wasted your entire summer with taking care of your siblings while your parents had a good time.

Your friends ignored you asking to go out, all summer, because they knew you'd have to bring all five of your siblings. That would be... Annoying to say the least.

Your mom came up the stairs. 7 o clock and she's waking everyone up like it's a school morning.

Mom: "okay, everyone wake up! Let's go, come on!"

She yelled as she walked through the second floor hallway. Your room is on the top, but you can very easily hear her. And she knows that.