"Nolan! Give me back my bra, you little brat!" I chased after Nolan as he ran, waving my bra in the air. You're wondering what I'm doing? I'm chasing Nolan Gray, the youngest of the Gray Brothers. Well, he isn't little, considering he's five inches taller than me but still a pest.

Okay, you're confused about why I'm chasing him when I'm not even related to him. Why don't we backtrack?

A few weeks ago, Brian and Trisha Holloway, AKA, the people that gave birth to me, upped and took a sabbatical for an entire stupid year without me, their loving daughter. They also dumped me on our neighbors, the Grays. You're wondering why they didn't let me stay home. It's simple. They had rented out our house.

Sometimes, my parents think of themselves.

Now, I have known the Grays my entire life since we're neighbors. Pat and Nate are the sweetest people you'll ever meet. Can they adopt me?

Anyway, they're sweet. Their sons, not so much. They're the biggest troublemakers on the block and are always causing problems. The biggest problem was they were freaking hot. Even Nolan is cute. That is the only thing they have going for them. How they have the parents they do was beyond me?

Well, the Gray Brothers are the demon spawn raised from the depths of hell. In case you're wondering, no, we don't get along. The hatred between us is mutual. It's been that way the entire time I have known them.

They hate me. I hate them. We hate each other. What's worse? I went to school with all of them. I went through my gawky, pimply teenage years, only to have the Gray brothers pick on me. Hey, they weren't always hot. They had their moments.

Let's see. You have Nash Gray, the oldest, Nixon, the demon twins, Nathan and Noah. Never mix them up. I did once, and they never let me forget it. I do it on purpose to spite them. Then there is the baby Nolan. He is the devil incarnate.

I had to endure living in their house for the past two weeks since my loving parents have dumped me on them. It's been an adjustment.

"Nolan, stop taking Maggie's underwear." Pat snatched the bra from him and tossed it to me as she passed him in the hallway.

"Aww, ma, you're no fun."

"Well, when you have kids, then you can be no fun." She shrugged. She walked away and winked at me. I couldn't help but giggle. I love Pat.

I walked into my room and heard someone say, "Dear diary. I saw Bryson today, and he was so dreamy, as always. Oh, did I tell you? I'm the most boring person on the face of the earth?" Nathan peeked up from my journal.

"Give me that!" I reached for my journal, but he moved it away from me.

"No offense, but I got bored after five minutes of reading this crap." He tossed the book aside.

"Oh, let's leave boring Betty alone, Nathan. She likes to be boring." Noah flipped through a magazine.

"Get out!"

"Gladly." Nathan got off the bed. They walked out of the room. The twins were the demon spawn from hell. They were as bad as Nolan.

I heard a door slam and heavy footsteps coming upstairs. I peeked out of the doorway only to be met with, "What?"

"Nothing."

"Is that all you do is stare at people?" Nixon asked.

"Who pissed in your Cheerios?"

"Forget it. Stop staring. It's creepy."

I shot him a glare, and he returned it. Great Nixon is home. Let the real fun begin.

Yeah, it'll be a great senior year.