3 sisters. That’s a lot right? Well you get used to it. My name is Elizabeth, and I’m a quadruplet. Also you should kn——“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Welp. So much for that intro. I race up the stairs where my sister Fliss is screaming. “What??” I exclaim. She is standing next to the toilet, and holding something. “I-I...” she stutters. “What?” I said. “Cmon you big doof, what’s up??” “Well I’m kinda sorta PREGNANT THATS ALL. holy demonic fudge. We’re all 17 by the way :) 

 Ok so one month of earlier: 

“LOU!!! GIVE ME BACK MY HAIRBRUSH!!!” Fliss screeched  “Y’all ain’t got no culture, NONE!” Lou yelled back in reply. “I need it to brush Mango!”  “Mango,” Fliss said calmly, “is a snake. snakes,” she continued.  “HAVE SCALES!!!” Well I know for a fact from watching Criminal Minds that...nothing I have nothing. My sisters are wack, the only normal one around here is my other OTHER sister Harriet. She doesn’t talk much. I’m the oldest, but not by much. 3 minutes and thirty-seven seconds to be exact. Best three and a half minutes of my life. Lou is the weirdest, but also the most fun. Even though we were born AND raised in the UK, she sounds like she was born in the heart of Texas. She wears cowboy boots and flannels most of the time ( that cowgirl got style) Fliss is the youngest, and vegan. She makes a big deal out of both . She has hazel eyes and short dyed red hair. Also, another big thing, she’s VSCO. Yea. Enough about her, Harriet is very quiet and loves books  she has short blond hair that is always in a half bun on the back of her head. She has piercing blue eyes and she’s aethiest. Then, there’s me. I have long brown hair with green eyes. I’m very tall, and I wear my flannel dress with a whit long sleeved shirt under it. The fight still continues between my siblings. Lou somehow got her way, (I have no idea how,) and now my mom is walking up to me. She motions towards the door and says: “someone is here for you” and leaves to go back to making tuna casserole. It was TJ my crush and my best friend. “Hey I was just gonna invite you to Joanna’s party.” She asked me to.” Holy decaffeinated coffee beans. Joanna was the chick, like THE chick. And she wanted me?? To come? No way. It’s a trap. Has to be. There’s no way I’m going to that party without backup. “Can my sisters come too?” I asked. He frowned and scratched his head. “Why not,” he said. “Better than going alone I suppose.” I bid him goodbye, and slammed the door shut and sighed. “ The party’s at 5pm tomorrow btw”. TJ texted me. Alright, I thought. You have 24 hours to find an outfit and not be weird and socially awkward, mkay? Let’s go. And then I spent the rest of the night on my phone. The next day it was Saturday and it couldn’t have been gloomier. It was raining and when I went to the bathroom I had one big fat zit, RIGHT in the middle of my 5-head. I cursed, throwing my hair gel at the mirror. I put zit cream on it, and tried popping it. I was successful, but not by much. I put foundation on it. “There!” I said to myself. “Perfect!” I sat down at the kitchen table watching my froot  loops float around when Fliss walked in and let the most, deepest, loudest laugh I have ever heard from that girl. “What did you do to your forehead??” She snorted. “Aye, shut up will ya?” I snapped back. She left the room with a granola bar, still filling the room with demonic laughter. I rolled my eyes and went back to eating my Froot Loops.