The Berlin Brothers

Jamaa is a pretty nice place. It's pretty calming- no, take that back. Take out the scammers, beggers and fussers and we're all fine. Back to what I was saying. Ahem.

Jamaa is a pretty nice place to be, if you're lucky to be here. We've got a f... few million here, but it's fine, it's chill- no, it's not chill. Argh! I'm messing up! But anyway... Jamaa is cool.

But not in this house- oh, oh no it's not.

My name is Libby, Libby Berlin. And I'm not a girl, by the way. Everyone calls me Lizza, for some reason unknown, but I'm chill. Our names are way different because we weren't actually BORN in Jamaa, but we moved. We always get weird looks.

I'm still young and growing... Growing up with SIXTEEN BROTHERS. We're like the crazy wolf pack of Jamaa- yeah, we're wolves. And I have the most siblings. It's a record here! And I'm a middle child- oh lord am I a middle child indeed.

My oldest brother Aldwyn is a nut. He's REALLY loud and is sorta bossy. Second oldest is Snazza. His name confuses me. He's a complete bookworm, and he never will SHUT UP, even in his sleep. Third is Sasha, and he's probably the most well-behaved in this whole dang house. Hardworking, but VERY antisocial. Fourth to eighth are pretty much the same in behavior- Jack, Lionel, Jona, Felix, Drago, Lovino, Winston, and Meyer, the reckless bunch of the house. It's a good thing our dad has gems and diamonds, or we'd be like elephants being crammed into jars.

And then there's me, Libby. The prankster of the whole pack, and probably the one who always breaks their paws the most. I'm the unlucky one here since I'm ALWAYS getting hurt- no lie, yo.

Tenth and eleventh are Emil and Watson. They're into food, really. Shops better watch out for those two. The hungry duo, as we call them. They always hog the peanut butter fudge samples.

Twelfth is Butch. He's REALLY, REALLY mean to all of us, despite being younger. He likes to bite your tail. Poor Mattie had his tail bent. Oh, and Mattie is after Butch. Fourteen is Norga, fifteen is Pansy (he's so sweet!), and finally, there's Juniper, the only one born in Jamaa. He's actually still a pup, but he can make a good dad impression.

Here we are, sitting on the floor and piled on the couch, watching TV. This show always cracks the others up, especially Felix and Butch. It's called "Leader of the Clan," a show about wolves and foxes pretending to be cats and trying to fend in the wild. It's hilarious when they try to climb trees and fight like cats. It's sorta rude and I feel a bit bad for laughing at them, but it's a nice way to kill time. Basically, to sum it up, canines act like cats and miserably fail. My favorite show.

"I'm starving!" Mattie complains. Everyone else lets out a groan. He's the youngest, but he will get ANGRY when he doesn't get food. "What should we get, boys?"

"Pizza!" I hear two obvious voices- Emil and Watson. I'm pretty glad that dad is gone on duty. He'd probably puff his chest out and yell "EMIL AND WATSON BERLIN!" as loud as he can. Those two stole his gems and ordered twelve pizzas for us all once, and they were the largest, most expensive ones he could find. They didn't taste right, but all of us were starving, so we ended up eating some of the box unknowingly too. Dad was as red as a ripe tomato right then- and that's a bad thing when he flares his nostrils and gives you the cold eye. He's never hurt us, but he's loud. Louder than thunder itself.

"We always get that!" Felix spat. "I want noodles. I'll buy it myself with my own money!"

"For all of us?"

"NO, whoever said that, you dumb butt! For MYSELF!"

Now everyone's arguing, and I'm right in the middle of it. Soon enough, everyone's hitting at one another, nagging at each other's fur. I stand up on the back of the couch, feeling like I just started a war. I puff out my chest and act like I'm being recorded.

"The Berlin Brothers have started a war in this awful poverty!" I joke, sounding as loud and beaming as I can, just for laughs. I don't know if my brothers can hear me. "All of a sudden, oh no! Mattie is going down! What will ever h-" I get knocked over by Aldwyn, causing me to topple on top of Norga, nearly crushing the small wolf.

"ALL OF YOU, STOP THIS INSTANT!"

Oh Mira, what have we done?

Everyone shuts up now. Oh boy, what did we even start? Literally fighting over food?

"I guess you can call that a "food fight,"" I say with a grin. The whole group huffs.

"Unacceptable!" our dad scolds us. All of us huddle together. As a whole, we're stronger, but just by the look of his outrage, he would've killed us with his cold eyes. "Go to your rooms, now!" he spat. All of us ran back to our rooms.

We lived in a volcano den, which is pretty neat. We all had separate areas. Mine was closest to the center. I flopped down on my bean bag- which was HUGE- and lay there. Drago and Lovino shared a room with me, and sometimes Mattie would stay with Drago.

I didn't come out for the rest of the day. Lizza Berlin, myself, is an idiot. Oh well, just waitin' for tomorrow.

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