Chapter 1
“Daisy Amanda Crandell, get off of your brother!!” My mom screamed at me from the top of her lungs. I groaned and let go of Jason’s arms, and he stood up quickly.
I wiped the grass off of my dress and he just grinned as our mother yelled for me to “come here right now!”
I trudged over to her lazily and she put one hand on the back of my head. She licked one of her fingers and wiped my forehead with it. “Ew, mom!” I squealed and pulled out of her grip.
“Go change out of that filthy dress.” My mom scolded. “Thank god.” I mumbled and started to undo the strings of the dress as I walked through the sliding glass door into our house.
I heard my mom lecture Jason outside and grinned while I went up to my room and tore the dress off. Finally. I could breath!
“You are 14 years old, for god sakes! You should not be tackling your sister!” I heard my mother yell faintly. “But she was the one...” “I don’t care. Now go change, too. Nana and Papa will be here soon to help set up the party.”
I smirked and opened my closet. Tons of clothes fell onto the ground and I shrugged, looking for my overalls.
“You’re a jerk.” I heard someone say and I flipped around, putting my hands on hips as my short brown hair flew into my face. I had gotten it cut to my shoulders last month and it was instant regret.
Jason covered his eyes. “Jeez, put some a shirt on.” He muttered and I threw a shoe at him. “Get out!” I shouted and stomped over to him, slamming the door.
“Get a life!” He shouted back. “You get a life!” I yelled through the door. He kicked the door. “Right back at you, Daisy!” He yelled and then there was silence.
Have I told you how horrible my name is? Daisy. God, it’s a stupid name. It sounds too girly. It sounds like a... a pink baby was frolicking in a meadow of daisys and puked rainbows and jellybeans all over everything.
I thought about my stupid name as I looked around my room for my overalls. I finally found them under the covers at the door of my bed along with a pair of shorts that I had been looking for for almost a week.
I pulled the overalls on and admired myself in my dirty mirror for a moment. Nice.
I hopped down the stairs and heard my dog, Koda, bark when the doorbell rang. Koda’s a German Shepherd and she’s almost three.
I rushed to the door and flung it open, embracing my Nana in a big hug. Papa stood behind her, his hands in his pockets. Nana is extremely extroverted and my Papa is a major introvert.
“Hi, Chick-a-Dee!” Nana cooed, then put her hands on my shoulders, pulling me back to look at. “Nice outfit.” She remarked. “I bet your mother hates it.” She whispered and I grinned.
Nana gets me. My mom most certainly does not. “You forgot a shirt, though!” Nana called to me as she busily brought a bag of food to the kitchen. Papa had a Target bag which was knotted shut. It must have had our gifts in it.
I looked down at my outfit as I followed Nana into the kitchen. I did. Well, I mean, I was wearing a white sports bra so it was okay, I guess.
Jason shuffled down the stairs and made a beeline away from Nana and Papa. Nana tucked her short yellow hair behind her ear and pulled out a casserole.
I sat at the island and licked my lips. “Mmm Tator Tot Casserole.” I commented and Nana nodded. “Share. You hogged it last Christmas and all of us got barely any.” She said and waved a finger at me.
I grinned, then jumped when I heard the sliding glass door open. Mom. I rushed around the corner and into the living room, where my dad and Jason were watching golf.
I like mainly any sport but golf. But, I really didn’t want mom to freak out about my clothes, so I was gonna hide from her.
I sat down on the end of the couch and extended my legs across it. My dad was sitting on the rocking chair and Jason was leaning against the coffee table looking at his phone.
I propped my head up with my hand and elbow and watched some dude in a stupid outfit hit a ball with a metal stick.
Jason didn’t look up from him phone, but he walked over to where I was and sat on my middle.
“Get off!” I yelled and tried pushing on his back. He tried to hold back a smile and stared at his phone.
I kicked his back and he dropped his phone under the couch. “Heyyy!” He whined. He turned around and jumped at me.
“You’re gonna mess up your hair.” My dad said in a monotone voice while staring at the tv, his hand propped against his face. I have no idea who he was talking to. My hair was already messy, and my brother ruins his hair every day with his stupid hair gel.
Jason laud above me and I put my hand on his elbow, trying to push him up. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled it away from us. I yelped and flipped around, letting go of him and trying to get his hand out of my hair.
Now he was sitting on top of me and had control. “Your mother’s gonna get mad.” My dad murmured, still looking at the screen.
I growled and tugged at Jason’s hand. He cackled and grabbed my elbow, trying to take control of my arm. I lifted my leg up from underneath us and kicked him in the stomach.
He let go and jumped off of me, holding his abdomen. I rolled my eyes and tackled him to the ground. He was laying on his stomach and I twisted both of his arms behind his back.
“Ow, ow, okay, done! Done!” He cried. I smirked and got off of him, my mom walking into the room. She gasped at the sweaty mess that was me and Jason.
“Thomas! What in the world!” My mother cried. My dad looked up. “Huh?” He asked, bewildered. My mom pointed to us and he shrugged. “Eh, they’re kids. Let ‘em play.” He said and looked back at the tv.
“Jason go change into another suit. Daisy, why in the world are you wearing overalls? Both of you, get upstairs right now!” My mom yelled.
I hung my head and trudged up the stairs, Jason behind me. “Why do I have to wear a freaking dress.” I muttered. Jason came up behind me. “Nice going, butthole.” He grumbled.
I scoffed. “You literally sat on me!” I whisper-yelled. Jason muttered something.
“I will kill you if you called me something bad-“ I shouted, not caring if mom heard. Jason laughed and rushed into his room, quickly locking it.
Ugh. Brothers.
