Here we go again. Another thought travelled from my brain to the computer. This fic is a lot more depressing so if you don't life it... STAY AWAY.

Chapter 1

Marionette Strings

“I fly like paper get high like planes.”

My name is Montgomery Lucifer but if you value your life, and your balls you better call me Monty. It’s not that common, I mean you don’t meet very many Montgomery’s in your life. It’s not an average name, and I’m not just your average seventeen year old either.

I’m different.

Not because my Dad is the Ultimate Lifeform, or that my Mom died in childbirth with their fifth child, or even because I have one green and one red eye. No, none of these make me special from every other kid out there.

It’s because I live two separate lives, one at home and one in my social life. You see, when my Mom died my Dad fell into the bottle and practically drowned. That was seven years ago and I was left to raise my brothers and sisters on my own with the help of the nanny. I couldn’t blame him to be honest; my mother’s death shook everyone. She meant a lot to a lot of people, the only difference was, we all recovered. And as I write this, my Dad is sitting in the place he always does in the morning. Sprawled out over his favorite armchair. The one we used to curl up on every Sunday after church and take our naps, where my mom would take her seat beside him, forever keeping a graceful eye out. But those times are long gone and I scoff as empty bottles clutter the floor beneath his throne. I look at the clock, seven o’clock, half an hour till school, time to rally the troops.

I enter a small room off the right hand side of the corridor where three beds crowd a severely cluttered bedroom. Sighing, I proceed to turn on the overhead light that funnily enough is covered if a black pair of panties to dim the light. I obviously do this way too much.

“Ok, girls you know the drill. Raye, Avarice, Faith lets go.”

“Damn it Monty, you do this every day, get a new hobby.” Raye groans tossing in her sheets.

I smile at my siblings, it’s hard to not love them.

“Well then, you’re going to love this. You have thirty minutes before school. I suggest you move.”

Before I even finished my sentence I was pushed abruptly from the room where screaming commenced and arguments flared at whose shoes were which and who was using the shower first. I chuckled to myself and knocked on the neighboring door before letting myself in. There was my little brother and youngest of the five already up and playing video games hanging upside down on his bed.

“That was easy.” I muttered.

“Hey Monty, I just got ninety-seven percent on When You Were Young. I kick friggin ass!”

“Yeah, well kick it into school gear cause you got half an hour.”

He cast me an aggravated glance before turning off the TV with one click of the remote and going on into his closet. I took this time to go into our shared bathroom and do my hair. I blew a raspberry. This was going to take awhile; I was suffering from major bed head. The only thing I hated about myself was that I shared it with Raye. We’re twins and although I am a full thirty six minutes and eighteen seconds ahead of her she still believes she’s the older. We have the same coloring; black and white, ‘cept my hair is like Aunt Sonia’s and eyes are a mixture of both my mothers and fathers where as Raye was blessed with two crimson orbs. I guess I couldn’t complain, I kinda liked the attention I get from them. I applied gel to my fingertips and swept my black hair into a mohawk before Raye interrupted me. I stared at her; we were wearing almost the exact same thing. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a white ‘Love Is The Movement’ tee with a black beanie and knee high cons. Ok so I wasn’t wearing the knee high cons or the beanie but still that was beside the point.

“Not again. I was dressed before you, that means you have to go change.”

“What?! No way! My outfit was set out last night.”

Whatever. This was an argument that I was never going to win. Defeated, I left in search of a new shirt, that wasn’t dirty which, would prove to be very difficult seeing as the nanny quit last week and no one has a clue how to use the washing machine. Rummaging through a pile of dirty clothes I picked a semi wrinkled shirt and sniffing it, it didn’t smell too bad either. Aftershave would take care of it. Grabbing my back pack I headed out of my room and into the living room where my Dad still hadn’t changed his position. I nudged him softly a couple of times before he came to.

“We’re going.” I whispered.

He just looked at me, eyes half open and blood shot, before muttering a good bye and turning over. I flipped him off behind his back and went to gather my siblings. Yelling at them to hurry up, we congregated in the hallway and safely Chao Controlled to North Birch Highschool.

“Meet right back here after school, got it.”

They all gave agreeable nods before going to their rightful homerooms. I felt a hard slap on my shoulder as I was making my way up the school steps that almost made me keel over. And only one guy I knew had that much strength.

“Razor, bruv.”

We high fived and locked it before carrying on to our normal conversation. Razor and Jasmine’s sex life, which, I could really do without. They’d been going out for barely a month and he’d already had more experience than I did. Tripled.

“And then she lick sucked in this really weird position and damn I’m telling you.”

“Razor, you know I’m happy that your and Jasmine have a healthy sex life, but seriously. Not so graphic.”

“Sorry Monty, I can’t help it. Male instincts I guess.”

We turned the corner to our lockers and saw the whole gang. The outcasts or the freakish foursome as we were known as in the clique society. There was myself and Razor but also Regan and Miles Jr. You can guess who Junior was the son of but Regan was Sonic’s firstborn who also had a disgusting crush on Faith.

“Look who finally decided to drag their sorry asses into the shithole.” Regan laughed.

“Don’t mess with Monty, Regan you know what he’s like when he’s PMSing.” Razor whispered.

I delivered a swift blow to the back of Razor’s head and stifled back a laugh at his face. His eyes practically bulged out of his head.

“Way to use the guns.”

My mind drew a complete blank as I turned to the voice. Her name was McKenzie, a senior like me but definitely NOT a part of my clique. She was white hedgehog with icy blue eyes, a cheerleader, popular, beautiful and also dating the quarterback.

I gingerly rubbed the back of my neck trying to choke out my words.

“Hehe, thanks.”

“Wait, aren’t you in my biology class?”

“I’m in your every class.”

“Oh. Right, well walk me to Spanish?” She asked.

“…”

My mind was having a meltdown. I had had a crush on McKenzie since the third grade and not once before had she talked to me. Ever.

“Well?”

“Oh yeah yeah, sure.” I managed. I offered to carry her books and taking one look behind me I noticed all my friends air humping, laughing to myself I looked over to her as she spoke and in a lot of ways I was enjoying this new experience.

Peace and prosperity.