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Some people call me basic. Some call me innocent. My brothers call me an annoying bitch. But I am  Inessa Belonv. And this is my story.

To understand my story, you need to understand the characters, basically, my messed-up family. Especially my annoying brothers.

I have three brothers. None of them are related by blood.

Firstly, we have my stepbrother, Ricardo Ortega. He's the embodiment of the stereotypical cliche Jock. You know who I'm talking about. Captain of the football team, hella popular, rich parents, perfect grades, nice to everyone, and über cocky. The classic golden brown hair with platinum blonde highlights, pale green eyes, 6'2 frame, and muscular body constantly has girls knocking on our door. I wonder what would they do if they found out that I bleach his hair every month. He's, as I said before, my stepbrother. Son of my stepfather. My mom and his dad married when we were 12. They met on a dating site and long story short, by the next summer they were married. Then they decided to pick themselves up (and their kids) and move to The City of Angels.

Now, here's where my other brother joins in.

Damion Farrel is your classic bad boy. Dark hair with blueish tips (or green depending on when he's P.M.Sing  this month or not), strange orange eyes (which is weird when I think about it) and is rather muscular. He has an eerie vibe and no one knows much about him- except me of course. He is also quite popular and has a group of lackeys to do his bidding and he's also on the football team. Oh and he wrestles. And we all know that his perfect grades are his saving grace. Actually, he and Ricardo are always competing for second place in studies. He too is a walking stereotype. The 6'4" bad boy in leather with anger management issues whose very rich parents adopted him are always busy so he's acting out. (LMAO.) Like I said he's adopted. When my parents booted to L.A. they wanted a third kid. So they chose an orphanage kid and voila, here comes Damion.

Then we have the third brother.

Geordi Aetós. He wears in pressed-out plaid button-downs, carefully tucked into pants. He lives in the library and if you ever need help with homework or need a book recommendation, you know he's the guy. He thrives on the Mathlete team and helped the L.A. Decathlon team win for the last 3 years. Simply put, Geordi is a nerd. Longish dark brown curly hair that hits the nape of his neck and covers his forehead and large glasses that hide his light golden grey eyes. He's a sassy nerd, well enough to not be bullied (much) but enough that he can't escape the role that society has put him in. He honestly fits perfectly into his cliche role. Always comes first in studies, is going to be valedictorian, no question about it. He is a 6'7" bundle of clumsiness and awkwardness. Geordi trips over air daily, crashes into tables, and with his height, walks into door frames and anything else hanging from the roof frequently. He's a stuttering mess and is really kind, ready to help you however he can. Geordi was also adopted.

Now here I am. Compared to The Carbon Copy of Ken, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding, and The Smartass I'm pretty basic. I have brown frizzy hair and caramel skin. I have a light splattering of freckles across my nose and a dimple on my left cheek. The most interesting thing about me is my eyes. One of them is golden orangey and the other is a green-grey. But they are too dark to really know that they are different colours even up close. And they don't make up for my other very basic features. I'm a cheerleader, I am in the writers' club and in track. I also do boxing. Being a cheerleader doesn't make me popular btw. I'm pretty unnoticeable. Honestly, I really am very average.

Ricardo and Damion are the most popular boys in my school. Geordi is infamous, in the nerd sort of way. Cliche. Even more stereotypical I'm the plain one, although I'm the prettiest. And as you can tell, they are all complete opposites. I mean they do have some similarities. They are all on the basketball team (Ricardo is the point guard and captain, Damion is the power forward and Geordi is the centre ), they live in the same house and they are self-centred (well not Geordi), cocky (well not Damion), cunning (well not Ricardo) and narcissistic (I am the girl. I honestly think that I'm supposed to spend most of the time hogging the bathroom mirror) and more than anything else, annoying. But the thing that binds them together is me. I am the only person that they care about more than themselves. I pretend that I'm innocent, (lol I lost my virginity during our summer vacay to the pool boy- I was drunk and they don't know this) and I pretend that I don't realize how much they hate each other. It's quite easy, I ignore their antics. But they would kill anyone who will 'taint' my innocent soul. Their words, not mine. I'm like bruh I can hospitalize people. No need for protection.

You're probably wondering what our parents do? Our dad is a movie director. James Ortega is a great dad when he's home of course. He's quite proud of us all for being popular and having a good reputation because that's what we tell him. Our mom Brittany Ortega is a scientist, I think. She develops lighting as if the movie people decide that all the current existing lighting and green screens are horrible, she makes new lighting shi-stuff. And she owns an actor/modelling agency. She's all about having good grades. They both are never home because I mean, Wattpad parents. Wattpad parents are never home. But when they are home, they're great parents.

My real father's name is Holden Belonv and he left my 22-year-old mother when he found out that she was preggo. I have no clue where he went. He probably went to buy milk. One day she got tired of waiting for him to come back, packed up, and moved to America. Ricardo's mom is dead. She died of cancer when Ricardo was 10. Damion's mom was a junkie and rasing him all by himself. Everything was good until he was raped when he was 9. Then he ended up in foster care bouncing from home to home until he was 11. Then he was in an orphanage. Six months later he gets adopted. Geordi is the son of a friend of a friend of a friend of my mom's. His mother was abusive and is mentally unstable. He looked too much like his father (who was too busy working to pay attention to his family), for Geordi's mother to handle. Someone saw his bruises when he was 12 and told social services. A while later, his mother was in rehab and is no longer allowed to visit her son, his dad sees him from time to time, with supervision because he was deemed unfit to parent and Geordi packed up and moved in with us.

The really strange thing about the three of us is that we are all the same age. Actually, we were all born in the same week. The 25th, 27th, 29th, and 31st of October. And we're all 16-year-old Juniors in Los Angeles Private High School. But the funniest thing is that not many people know that we're siblings. We don't have the same last name, we don't even look alike and we are all complete opposites. It's obvious that no one in our school will know. Not even our best friends. They were best friends once. My brothers I mean. They were best friends for the first year that our parents were married and we were homeschooled. I have no idea what happened.

Now you need to really think if you want to read this book. Do you really want to read a cliche on a strange family that fits too perfectly into stereotypes? Missing Parents? Messed up backgrounds? The Jock, The Bad Boy, The Nerd, and The Basic. But I guess you'll have to read to find out. After all, What Is Family For?