John's Perspective

I open my eyes, seeing that I'm apparently at home. Huh? When did I get here? Oh, right.

The memories from last night start to practically flood my mind. It was....crazy to say the least.

Alex climbed through a window and practically saved me from....passing out? Being on the ground? I'm not sure. I remember Angelica walking in on us-well, not in the dirty way. She just walked into the room since the door was wide open.

Anyways, we all talked a bit and then Jeffershi-I mean, Thomas walked in and yelled at Alex, who bolted once he came in. After that, it was chaos.

Thomas tried to run after Alex, but he was already gone. He ended up practically having a meltdown, screaming at everyone in his sight to get out of his house. I swear he was practically ripping some of his hair poof things out. Everyone was screaming at each other and trying to get out the door.

You know, like typical highschool party.

Anyways, I actually tried-and sort of failed-to pull an Alex and climb out the window and then drove home. It wasn't successful. I almost tripped, but I made it out. So luckily I wasn't caught in the storm. And now here I am.

I look over at my pet turtle, Anthony The Second. What? I can name my turtle that. Sorry, that came off as harsh.

Actually, he's called "the second" because....well....I used to have a bird named Anthony. But that lasted about a day and we had to return him. It flew around everywhere and my parents got...um....really mad.

So then I got a turtle instead since turtles are amazing too. Plus they can't fly so dad and mom are happy.

"John? Mom wanted me to see if you were up and if so come downstairs. She made your favorite for breakfast so get ready to talk." My younger sister, Martha said, peeking her head through the door.

Usually whenever my mom or dad, when he was actually not working that is, wants to talk to us about something important, such as grades or what happened at a sleepover or party, mom typically makes us our favorite breakfast so they'll be time to talk to whoever it is.

"Tell her I'll be down in sec!" I called to her as she walked away, leaving a small part of the door open that she could have easily closed. Oh well, her typical eleven year old rudeness won't ruin this day for me.

I soon get out of bed and get ready for the day, soon after grabbing my phone and heading downstairs.

"Johnny~!" My little sister, Mary, giggled, hugging me by my legs as soon as I reach the kitchen. I smile and ruffle her hair.

Mary soon happily skipped away to the table, where Martha, H.J. (His name is actually Henry Jr. but we call him that to make it shorter), and James, while mom was busy finishing up the cooking.

"Oh hey, you're finally up, sunshine." My mom said, looking at me with smile and a plate in her hands. "I made your favorite."

I gave a smile back and took the plate from her hands, heading over to the table. Oh, apparently my siblings have scattered. How nice.

Mom sat across from me with her plate, sighing a bit. "Your siblings...all so crazy....Anyways, spill."

I stifled a laugh. "Spill? There's nothing!"

"John, I've had my fair share of teen drama, if there's anything," She paused, soon lifting up her shoulders up and down quickly. "Crazy that happened, you can tell me."

I smiled a bit. "There was nothing that happened. Trust me! It's all-"

A loud buzz from my pocket interrupts me.

I pick up my phone, looking at the contact. My face slightly drops, soon looking at my mom.

"I have to go. Peggy needs me!" Was all that I said before quickly grabbing the keys to the car and rushing out the door.

A/N: Sorry if this seems rushed. Also holy crap Jamilams is starting to become kind of cute to me w h a t-