Sibling Rivalry

Ok, I kind of like Travis and Connor Stoll, but nobody writes about them. The other night, I had this dream with a fairly interesting plotline involving them, and I just had to write it. So now, here it is. Slightly OOC. --Sparrowsong 22:15, December 22, 2009 (UTC)

Chapter One
Hi. There's nothing very interesting about me. Except that my evil brothers are trying to ruin my life. So far, they're succeeding.

"Hey, you pushed me! I'm telling!" I cried, dusting off my pants. "Mom, Travis pushed me again!"

"Travis!" she yelled, sounding irritated. "Be nice to your sister!"

"You are so gonna regret that," he smirked. "I'd watch my back if I were you, Keira."

"You mean like the time you poured soup down my pants? Or the time I was sick and you replaced my Tylenol with rocks?"

Travis just laughed and walked off. I chased after him, punched him, and ran away.

Well, what did you expect? Travis and Connor were sixteen (though 99% of the time they acted like four-year-olds), and I was eleven. And I was their younger half-sister. Of course we were like that. (A/N: I don't think anybody really knows how old they actually are. I mostly just made up their age.)

I gave Connor a slightly annoyed blank stare while he walked by.

"I can't believe I'm related to you," I commented.

"Me neither," he said.

I got along somewhat better with Connor than Travis. I'm not saying he didn't prank me, though. Or that we loved each other like a normal brother and sister or something. And no way in hell was I jealous of either of them - eww!

Oh, you might notice that I keep saying that we're half-siblings instead of plain old siblings. That's because we have the same mom but a different dad. Travis and Connor's dad left before they were born. Same as my dad, but they actually remember him (at least I think they do; I have no reason to ask) because they were four when he left.

We didn't really look like siblings, thankfully. Travis and Connor's dad must have been a blue-eyed blonde, because Travis had blonde hair and both of them had blue eyes. Nobody in my mother's family had blonde hair or blue eyes. And Travis and Connor's dad must have been a real creep, too, in order to produce such evil offspring. I honestly don't know what Mom saw in him. Shannon Stoll, what were you thinking?!

I personally thought I looked like Mom more. We had the same dark hair and hazel eyes. But I didn't take after her very much in my personality. She was outgoing, funny, almost eccentric. I was pretty reserved.

Mom came down the stairs.

"Oh, Keira? You know that summer camp that your brothers go to?"

"Yeah, Camp Bloody or something. What about it?"

"You have to go there, too."

"ZOMG, WTH?!" I cried.

"You're going to camp with your brothers."

"But...but Mom, Travis and Connor hate me! Why can't I stay home?"

"Because you got attacked by that monster."

"Are you crazy? That wasn't a monster, that was just a stray dog or something!"

Mom ignored my protests. I eventually gave up.

"Lemme guess," I muttered. "This was your idea."

Connor just winked at me. In return, I kicked him in the crotch. Mom took away my TV privileges for two days. That made Connor crack up like the Ralph Wiggum he was.