Being the eldest of 7 has its ups and downs. From where I am in the totem pole, its mostly downs at this point - merely because the youngins below me like to recreate every action they see me do and in turn the blame is placed on the oldest, AKA, me. At this point, I would say I sometimes get in more trouble than I should and I'm 20.

But most of the time its just a loudness I encounter. Five of my siblings I live with 24/7 being that my parents divorced before I was born and my mom remarried and out popped five more kids. Over at my dads lives my youngest sister but we can get to that in another article. I currently live in a very small house with eight other people. A house with two bedrooms and one bathroom. A total six beds, Two couches that seat three people each and one washer and dryer that clean several loads of laundry a day. Here is a run down of my day:

I wake up pretty early most days around 11 o'clock. Usually the rest of the monsters, excuse me I mean siblings, are awake by then. My sisters are watching Grey'sAnatomy even though the younger girls, aren't really allowed to as they are 12 and 13 and not every episode is the best for their age. But I mean its Grey'sAnatomy so I don't say anything. The youngest, Max and Mike, are playing a featured Xbox live game on Call of Duty: Black Ops called Gun Game in which 6 players are pit against one another to, well, kill each other and with each kill one is promoted a new gun with a total of 20 different guns until the winner has reached the last gun and killed someone with it. Both the boys and girls are trying to battle out with whose TV can be the loudest and right now the boys are winning but I distinctly hear Meredith Grey from the front room call the time of death of a patient.

It is 11:28 by the time the screams of anger and surprise come from my brothers' mouth as someone else demotes one of them, making them resort back to their previous gun rather than be promoted to a new one. I take this time to laugh and comment on how they both suck. I then let them know I play winner next,

"Yeah, yeah," they murmur back at me but I have already moved on to the kitchen. I drown out the explosions and heated glances my brothers give each other when one kills the other and check to see what is in the fridge. Oddly enough the fridge is empty except from leftovers that I am positive we cooked the week before, or was it the week before that? I shake my head and move to the Second Fridge.

Yes. We have a second fridge.

But this is the good fridge because this fridge is the fridge with food and also the new fridge but has been dubbed the Second Fridge. The Second Fridge has sandwich meat, eggs, sausage, hamburger meat for dinner, milk, cheese, soda, juice, sweet tea and various items to make salad with. I opt to have a sandwich and grab the container with the label 'Ham and Cheese'. However before I even open the container, I know something is wrong.

"Who ate the last slice of Ham and Cheese and didn't throw it away?" I bellow through the house. I am met with silence. Even the explosions and 'Quit killing me!' remarks have gone silent. I don't hear any chatter from GreysAnatomy and the boys are peeking from behind the backs of the chairs they are sitting on to glance at me, waiting to see if I'll explode or not. I decide against it and groan inwardly when they both shrug and go back to their game. The girls follow suit and turn their TV back on and slowly the volume on both TV's are increasing until both are on blast. I lean against Second Fridge and decide on eggs. But before I can open the door, I hear howling.

My dog, Dallas, is outside and that is his call to come in. I let him in and he bounds in the house, a small fluff of wet fur who has now made his home on what was then the clean carpet. I turn back to Second Fridge and reach for the eggs.

"Those are all gone," Mike says without looking away from the TV screen.

"How do you know?"

"Because I wanted eggs this morning but there wasn't any."

I give him an incredulous look even though he still hasn't glanced at me. "Why would you put it back in then?"

I don't get a response.

I feel someone staring at me and turn to see my grandmother in her wheelchair looking at me and she gives me a small smile before producing a debit card in her hand. I already know she wants me to get something to eat with it and come back with food for everyone. I mouth 'thank you' and skip my way to my truck, George, before making my way to Jack N the Box down the street because with a lot of mouths to feed, we try to eat cheap or as cheap as we can. I order a horde of Breakfast Jacks, basically breakfast sandwiches that are a dollar each and head back home.

At the house there has been a switch, the girls are now fighting it out on Gun Game and the boys are watching The Annoying Orange. Though like the sharks they are they smell the food immediately and suddenly I am being attacked.

"Where were you?" One of the girls asks.

"Yeah what took you so long?"

"Alyssia can I have three?" Max asks.

"No," I admonish

"I'm older," Jordan replies. She smirks at Max, "I'm allowed to have three." I shake my head at her and she rolls her eyes at me.

"Alyssia," someone calls. i turn my head towards the voice but someone else tugs at the bags in my hands.

"Here, you animals," I say. "Take it and leave me be!"

They descend on the greasy brown bags and pass out sandwiches only to have them devoured in minutes. Even my grandma has rolled herself to the table and grabbed a sandwich before they are gone and is happily munching down on it. I cross my fingers and hope I was saved one and find two at the bottom of the bag.

"I saved you two," Jasmine says from my left. I smile my thanks and eat my share.

Hours later it is 5 o'clock and out mom is due to be home any minute. We the kids scrambled as one to make sure the house was close to as spotless as we could which meant stuffing whatever was on the floor into closets and crevices until nothing was on the floor. Dallas is laying in the middle of the floor, looking slightly dead and we all check to see if he's breathing and when he does we continue to step over him and stuff more clothes into closets. The boys have begun sweeping the floor as if their lives depended on it while the girls are using Clorox to wipe down every counter with gusto. I am helping but also supervising, a job that I have perfected over the years.

"Don't forget to move that picture frame in front of that mark one of y'all still haven't cleaned from the coffee table." Mike is the closest so he moves it quickly and they we hear the front doorknob jiggle.

"She's here!" Max screams and runs to the back room. The rest scramble and I land on the couch and greet my mom when she finally gets the door open.

"Hey!" She says. "How was your day?"

I shrug and reply, "Good. Same old, same old."

Mom smiles, steps over Dallas and continues through the house to check on the rest of the kids