Lexxie pulled a powder blue camisole over her head and dark blue boyshorts up over her hips. She sighed as her brother's music roared over her own, and she tip-toed to her stereo, turning the volume dial all the way to the right. "Let's see him try to drown out my music now," she murmured to herself, though she knew he could.<br/><br/>Lexxie sighed and flopped down on her bed. Though Alexxis was the oldest, and abused it to the fullest extent, she sometimes wished she was more like her brother-- daring and wild, or even sometimes more like her sister-- timid and meek. Lexxie shook those silenced thoughts from her head and pulled a small green basket from beneath her bed.<br/><br/>Lexxie sifted through her basket of nail polish before a loud knock was heard on her door. "Who the hell is it?" she growled. Her mother just pushed the door open. "Excuse you," Lexxie scowled, "It wouldn't hurt to wait until I said come in."<br/><br/>"You better watch your mouth," her mother shouted over her music as she walked to Lexxie's stereo, pressing the power button.<br/><br/>"Oh, come on, mother. I have to listen to Jimmy's bullshit music, but not my own? What kind of shit is that?" Lexxie whined.<br/><br/>"I have no idea what's gotten into you this year, but you'd better start acting like the lady I've raised you to be," her mother warned. Lexxie scoffed and shook her head. "Get out of my room," she ordered to her mother, examining a dark purple nail polish.<br/><br/>"Just wait until your father gets home," her mother said to her, slamming the door as she walked out.<br/><br/>"I'm not fucking scared of him!" Lexxie cried after her, rolling her eyes. She was sick of being treated like she was ten. "I'll get your father!" her mother would always warn. "Yeah, way to show some initiative, mother," Lexxie said outloud. "If she couldn't take care of three God damned kids, maybe she should have kept her legs closed."<br/><br/>Lexxie shook the dark purple bottle in her hand, pulled her knee to her chest and placed her green toe-seperators in place. She shook the bottle a bit more before applying a single coat of paint to each toenail.