Whenever I woke up I feel like I'm tossed into a pool of delirium, swirling in exhaustion until my senses focus onto one object across from my bed.

Then, I get sidetracked.

Apparently when my room was designed, the bed faces the chaos of the right side of my room, which is piled high with mess I haven't dared to clean up unless I had to. There were shirts, trophies, binders, and trash all sitting there, waiting for my attention to pick them up and put them back into their desired spots.

Every morning, I did not have legs or a stable mind to carry on the task, unfortunately.

Today, my object of attention was a pile of camp shirts from a camp that was utter hell. I really didn't like the camp at all or thinking about it, but I had stared at it a little too longer than usual, debating what to do with these "keepsakes" from my freshman year. I sat on top of my bed, tangled in the large duvets in nothing but a jumper and flannel bottoms, letting precious morning times to fade while I sat there with morning breath and bed head.

"Cal, are you—" I diverted my attention away to look at the person who welcomed themselves into my room without permission. Of course, Elijah stood there, looking tidy and reeking of aftershave (he didn't need it, but I guess it's for his manliness ego).

"Are you seriously not ready? I wonder how you manage to be at the top when you're nothing but lazy in the mornings." Elijah scoffed, letting himself in fully instead of just peeking in. He narrowed his dark grey eyes at me, clearly upset that I've been procrastinating.

Elijah was a mere image of me with the grey eyes and the brown hair deciding whether it wanted to be brown or blonde every day. Except he was tall and I was a half dwarf, his eyes were a shade closer to black, and his hair was so long he let it fall around his face in a small, manly bob like Thor. Otherwise we were alike, almost the same appearance as our other brothers and sister.

"You're not supposed to let yourself in without knocking." I point out, stretching and swiftly tossing the heavy duvet aside so I can get on with changing. Elijah rolled his eyes as I took off my shirt, struggling with his moody eyes staring at me.

"Can you stop checking me if I have abs?" I snort, taking the ironed shirt I prepared last night and pulling it on.

"You're a stick. I'm surprised the twins are more toned than you."  Elijah pressed a finger to his lips, not bothering to contain the amused grin on his face.

"I don't participate in sports, you know that." I glare at him as I take off my flannel pajamas, hurrying to put on my pants so he won't look at me in my boxers. I've told him many times to stop staring in the past, but his wandering eyes said otherwise.

"Come on Cal, you're clearly out of shape." My older brother singsonged, throwing a jacket at my face. The zipper hit me square in the eye, a shot of pain erupted in my socket. I groan in pain and curse him out, holding my eye as I fumble with the sleeves.

"Maybe I don't want to jog at three a.m.," I pull on my socks in a frenzy and tie on my shoes, not caring if they were put on wrong. My eye throbbed but I still had to continue.

"You ready? They're boarding already." Elijah asks, ignoring my words and throwing me my backpack, waiting for me to follow him out. I did, grumbling curses to him from behind as we stalked down the stairs and to the front door. I didn't fail to see my hair sticking out in horrible places when I passed the mirror in the entrance way.

Elijah was already adjusting his bag over his shoulder, jiggling the car keys in his hand. Even though I had my license, he treated the car like it was his baby, not letting anyone but himself touch it. The only time Elijah would hand over the keys was when Dad was driving. No one can say "no" to him.

"You all ready youngsters?" Elijah asked, one hand lingering on the door knob while he watched the littler ones fix their straps and tidy up their hair.

The identical twins, Lowell and Theodore, nodded in unison, their synchronized movements already familiar to us. Both of them speak identically, write identically, and look identically. I sure think they're messing with us on purpose. I look over at Andrew, who was tying the strings to his new pair of shoes that ten year-olds thought were cool. He barely nodded as he messed with the bunny ears, furrowing his eyebrow as he couldn't remember the steps. Then there was Versace, whose eyes were red and puffy because of some stupid reason a seven year-old spoiled brat would care about.

"The route today fellas is the elementary, the high school, and then college. Bingo?" Elijah turned on his "I'm a good brother" voice with a big, friendly smile. Somehow his tone changed the mood, the little kids ecstatic instead of unhappy with how the morning turned out.

School was like that for us. None of us hated it, we loved it. Some people would think of us as crazy, but really, school was an entertainment for the Luther siblings. All of us were bummed when we couldn't go.

For a brief moment, we all check ourselves one last time. I had forgotten to brush my teeth, grudgingly tossing a mint in my mouth and finishing it fast.

All five of us file out, heading to the Volvo Elijah had gotten used. When he bought it, the thing had bumper stickers everywhere. Nobody speaks about the bumper stickers. We all avoid the back, not letting our eyes catch the brightly colored bumper stickers in hopes to not anger our oldest brother.

As I ushered Versace in after the other boys, my phone rang. I made sure she had room before reaching for my phone, not wanting another accident happening. Last time it was Theo who helped her in, and when his phone pinged for a Clash of Clans notification, he dropped her.

"Hello?" I pat Versace's bum for her to settle already so I could close the door, "Vincent?" My eyebrows furrow as I slam the door, praying nobody's fingers got caught again.

"It's Clarissa Stein, not you're gluttonous friend." The monotonous voice of my Principal surprised me, slightly taking me aback.

"I have you're mobile numbers from school records." She answered my question, noticing my uneasy silence.

"Oh, well, what's wrong?" I ask her, switching my voice from surprised to formal. When you address Principal Stein, you can never, ever offend her. It didn't work like that. She was the basically the Devil of Gates Bay High school and you have to worship her no matter what.

"There's some serious matters my most experience prefect must attend to. Please meet me in the front of the school as soon as possible," She paused for a moment, "Callum, I will see you soon." Stein ended the call, leaving me hanging.

What would she need me for?

I turned around, finally about to head over to my side. However, Elijah had rolled down the window, eyeing me, waiting impatiently.

"Go take the other car. I'm guessing you're dealing with Stein?" Elijah raised an eyebrow, throwing another pair of keys to me from who knows where. I caught it, making sure it didn't hit me in the eye like my jacket. "You're already making us late. Go." He waved me off, pulling out of the driveway before I can respond.

I scoff, stalking over to the smaller sports car my dad inherited from my grandparents. My parents weren't filthy rich since my dad had only inherited a fourth of the money. There were too many brothers to share the inheritance with.

However, the sports car was really very uncomfortable to drive. I wasnt into the fast paced gliding; more of the slow, bumpy hazard.

I seated myself in the passenger seat, grudgingly starting the car and pulling out of the driveway with Stein's issue in mind and what to do with my shirts still lingering there too.