<^> Rain Eliza Thompson POV <^>
I ran a hand through my hair and put my books away. "Rain!" My brothers yelled again.
"What!?" I yelled at the top of my lungs; making my voice echo through the house as I threw my head back and waited for a response, but there was none for a few moments.
"No yelling in the house!" One of my brothers yelled back, making me roll my eyes in response at them being hypocritical as always. I finished putting my books away before I ran out of my room and down the steps of the grand staircase.
I have 3 brothers. Three annoying brothers, who I love dearly but sometimes I wish they were a rock so I could chuck them at the wall...to harsh?
Jax was the oldest of all of us at 25, with crystal blue eyes, soft brown hair that curled a bit in the front when it wasn't gelled back.
Ryan was the second oldest at 23, and seemed to be the quiet one but was also a pain in the ass. He had bright crystal eyes, brown caramel colored hair that he always had spiked back and was pretty built; but all my brothers were.
Joel.. Joel was 21, and the youngest and most adored as well as the favorite. Joel and I were the closes; there was no doubt about it. He had dark hair; almost black, striking blue eyes, and definitely a ladies man.
Then there's me who's 18 and I'm graduating High School this year, and I couldn't wait a second longer to be out of school.
"What"? I asked as I walked into the kitchen that they all were sitting around in. The kitchen was lit up with the chandeliers hanging above the island with a marble glossed countertop, with a antique feel.
They were all eating..as usual. "We're suppose to ask you if you did your homework?" Jax asked, setting down his glass of water. I rolled my eyes "Yes, I did," as I grabbed an apple and hopped up on the white and black marble counter top.
"Wheres dad"? I asked curiously. "Work," Ryan answered, with his mouth full of leftover lasagna from last night that probably wasn't even fully cooked all the way considering my brothers made it.
I live with my dad and 3 older brothers. My mom and dad are divorced and she now lives across the country in California, as we're in New York. My mom is now a huge clothing designer and my dad was a lawyer but now became the sheriff. I haven't seen or talk to my mom for 5 years, being the last time I saw her I was 13.
"Rain," My brother Joel snapped his fingers in front of my face. "What?" I asked as I snapped out of my thoughts. "Daydreaming again," He narrowed his eyes at me.
"What time is it?" I asked, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Quarter to 5," Jax stated, looking at his phone to check. I sighed. looking at the clock to see it was indeed quarter to five. "Shit"! I muttered.
"Hey! Watch your fucking language!" Jax teased jokingly, making me roll my eyes in response, "Whatever, I'll be back. I have to go to school for a thing that I left in Mrs. Doyle's room."
Getting off the countertop, I pulled on my black leather jacket and tied my converses before getting my keys and phone from the kitchen table. "Remember the 3 D's!" Ryan yelled, as I walked to the door.
I rolled my eyes again; which I did a lot around them, "Yeah I got it! No drinks, drugs, or, dudes."
I walked out. My brothers are really overprotective for no reason; and it drives me insane! This is why I wish they were a rock sometimes...I walked outside to my truck, getting in the driver's side to leave.
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