I Think I’m Officially Crazy

Jackie October Summers blew the smoke out of her mouth from her cigarette, sitting on the porch of her new home, her long, dark auburn hair blowing around her face slightly from the wind, and covering up her sparkling emerald green eyes. With her free hand she picked at the black chipped nail polish on her nails, looking uninterested, while her mother’s friend, was working on the garden, and talking about how to do everything, although Jackie, was obviously not listening. Jackie then put out her cigarette with her shoe, and dropped it to the ground.

“I’m going inside,” Jackie said, abruptly standing up, cutting her mother’s friend off.

“Oh, umm okay, please take up the laundry would you,” Elizabeth Sullivan said, fixing her perfectly sculpted bun.

“Whatever,” Jackie said walking inside, she had no intentions of touching anyone’s laundry.
Jackie, walked up the stairs of the large Victorian house, and into her room, which was quite small due to all the furniture squished into the room, but that’s how Jackie liked it. Right in front of the door was her single bed, against a four foot wall, between to diagonal walls that were about two feet long. On the other side of her bed was her nightstand, the drawer facing the bed, so you could open it, with her radio and lamp sitting on it. Next to that was her book shelf, overflowing with books, facing so one side was against the bed, so you could get to all the shelves. Then you had Jackie’s closet, which also held her dresser inside, and her TV on it’s stand, with all her DVDs on the shelves underneath the TV, and posters covered the walls, clothes and books and song lyrics covered the floor next to the closet, and Jackie’s laptop sat on her bed, and every night was locked away into her nightstand.
Jackie plopped down onto her bed, and opened up her laptop, and signed onto her account on Facebook.

* Jackie October Summers
I was not very happy that my mother had sent me to live in some small Montana town, in the middle of nowhere with a close friend of her’s, because apparently in Manhattan I was ‘acting up’, which to her means doing anything that she remotely does not like, which is everything I do. I guess getting a little silver stud piercing on the left side of my nose, a belly button piercing, and a miniature black heart on my inner right wrist probably pushed her over the edge, but sending me to live with her friend and husband, and their seven sons, whom I still have to meet since I literally just got here, and they’re at school, is extremely outrageous. I am after all sixteen, I can take care of my own damn self. I not an only child, I have a younger sister, Isabelle September, who’s ten, but she’s the exact opposite of me, but that doesn’t mean I’m looking forward to living with seven guys. Sure, my boarding school was co-ed, but we didn’t actually live in the same buildings with them, and I wasn’t home enough to say that I’ve lived with my dad. I quickly logged off of my Facebook, immediately getting bored of it, and slammed my laptop shut. I turned on my side, and turned on my radio, turning it up so it was blasting my Riot! cd by Paramore. I got up and opened my closet doors with extreme strength making the one door slam loudly into the wall. I pulled out my favorite ripped up black skinny jeans, a maroon silk tank top, and my favorite black leather jacket, halfway zipped up, and my all-white converse that had writing all over them, and changed into them quickly.

“Jackie come downstairs to the kitchen please, the boys will be home soon!” Elizabeth called up the stairway.

“Alright, give me a minute!” I shouted back.

I walked into my bathroom across the hall, and looked at my appearance in the full body mirror, making sure I looked alright, before heading downstairs into the kitchen. I grabbed a seat on the counter, next to the sink, and grabbed an apple out of a random bowl that just happened to be on the other side of me, and took a bite out of it. I pulled my I-Phone out of my back pocket, and unlocked it, to find a text from my best friend, in the entire world, Viola Deluca saying how much she missed me, and that she was going to come and see me as soon as possible. I quickly texted her back telling her something along the lines that I missed her too, and that I couldn’t wait for her to visit, before locking my phone, and putting it back into my pocket.

"Ahh, here they are," Mrs. Sullivan said just as seven, very tall, very muscular guys came into the kitchen. Very loudly may I add. “Boys…” Mrs. Sullivan said trying to quiet down the guys. “Boys… Boys!!” She finally yelled, and everyone quieted down, only to look at me.

“Who’s that?” The tall, lanky kid, who looked like a skater asked, looking at me.

“Boys, this is Jackie, she’s Mrs. Summers daughter, she’ll be living with us for a while.” Mrs. Sullivan explained.

“Why?” The same skater looking kid asked.

“Well that’s her decision whether or not she wants you all to know,” Mrs. Sullivan said, looking at me.

“I’m a rebel, what can I say, I like my piercing and tattoos,” I said smirking, and all the guys were staring at me like I was a goddess.

“Sweet,” a guy said, who looked like he could be Channing Tatum’s twin, and he held out his fist for me to bump, which I obviously did.

“Well then, Jackie, this is Hunter,” She said pointing at Channing Tatum’s twin, “he’s seventeen. This is Ace,” She said, pointing at skater looking kid, “he’s eighteen, Then there’s Cole, who is sixteen, Noah and Nate who are fourteen, they’re twins, and then there’s Zander and Zavier, they’re twelve, and they’re twins too,” Mrs. Sullivan pointed out all the boys to me, and told me their names and ages, so I would have a vague idea of who they were, and then all the guys left.

I jumped off the counter and went up to room. I opened a window and climbed out onto the roof below it, that was covering the front porch. I sat next to my window, leaning back against the house, and pulled out my I Love N.Y.C. lighter and my pack of cigarettes, from my jacket pockets. I pulled one out, and lit it, sticking it in my mouth, and putting them away. So I sat there in peace, and smoked my cigarette thinking about how school was going to be tomorrow. I hope they have a good volleyball team, I live for that sport, and I definitely need to find me some place to go boxing. Boxing and volleyball are my two sports.

“You know, smoking is bad for the lungs,” Cole said, climbing out of the window that was about two yards away from my window. Guess I know which room is Cole’s.

He walked over to me and sat down next to me, making himself comfortable.

“I know,” I finally replied, “But I don’t do it often, only when I’m severely stressing.”

“Which would be now?” Cole asked.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Well hey, if it helps, you’ll have it easy at school tomorrow,” Cole said.

“Why?” I asked, looking at him like he was crazy, which made him laugh.

“Let’s just say me and my brothers here, well we’re pretty popular, so anyone who associates with us is too,” Cole explained, “Anyways, is it true, what you said about the piercing and tattoos?”

“Yeap. I got a belly button piercing, a stud on my left nostril, and this heart,” I said, and I showed him my wrist, with my black heart.

“That’s pretty cool,” Cole mused, while he traced my tattoo with his finger.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted a tattoo, but not something really big, or in any place typical, you know?” I asked him.

“Yeah, most girls get a tattoo on their shoulder or their lower back, not on their wrist, that‘s actually a pretty cool place,” Cole said.

“Yeah, and you could easily hide it if you needed to, with sleeves, or jewelry or concealer, because it’s small,” I said.

“Hey Cole, where the hell are you?” A voice asked, from inside Cole’s room.

“Out here!” Cole called, and Noah stuck his head out the window.

“Zander, Ace and I want to play a game of volleyball, but we need one more, wanna play?” Noah asked.

“Sorry, I can’t I gotta get started on my English paper,” Cole said.

“Oh okay, guess we can’t play then,” Noah said, and he just looked so cute when he looked sad, like a little brother cute.

“I’ll play,” I offered to Noah, who looked at me with surprise.

“You play volleyball?” Noah and Cole asked simultaneously.

“Don’t look so surprised, I’ve been varsity since freshman year,” I explained.

“Alright then, we got our fourth player, come on Jackie, I’ll show you our outdoor court,” Noah said, pulling his head back inside.

Guess I forgot to mention that the Sullivan’s own like twenty acres of land, ten of which is used for cattle ranging or what not, which Mr. Sullivan is apparently really good at because the Sullivan’s are pretty well off. Anyways the other ten acres has a basketball court, football field, soccer field, volleyball court with actual sand, a pool, nad a baseball field.

I crawled back into my window and made my way over to my closet, I pulled off all my clothes, and pulled on one of my old volleyball t-shirts and a pair of super-short black cotton shorts, and left my feet shoeless, since I always play volleyball barefoot.

“Alright Noah, show me the way,” I said, once I opened my door, and Noah was waiting for me outside.