Michelle and Malcolm In The Middle (Malcolm In Middle Fanfiction)

1 |Pilot|

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I feel a hard slap on my face, causing my eyes to snap open like a broken branch off a tree. I look to the side, to see my big brother Reese's hand across my face. Not again! I groan hearing the squeaking of his nose, as he snores. This also happens every night!

But this is what happens when you sleep with your Brother. I know what you're thinking, why would a girl have to share her bed with her brother?  Well that's because my family's poor, my parent's prefer low class but it still means we're poor.

There's only two bedrooms which is ours and my parents. Ours as in not just Reese and I but we're sharing a room with our brothers Dewey and Malcolm. Reese is the oldest thirteen years old, Malcolm and I are twins and twelve years old, (so we were in the middle) while Dewey was seven years old. Oh, I almost forgot theres also our older brother Francis but he got sent to Military School.

Just from that, you can probably tell living in this family isn't easy and you're correct. But just in case you don't believe me, get ready to take a crazy dysfunctional ride with the life of being a Wilkerson.

Hearing the squealing of his nose again, I throw his hand off of me, and then push him off the bed. "Ow!" I hear him whine. I smile, closing my eyes and going back to sleep.

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I frown at my reflection in the mirror. I touch my pale face, and pull my cheeks down making my baby blues pop out of my eye socket. I was so plain, sometimes I'd just stare at myself trying to figure out why I'm not as pretty as the other girls at school.
I touch my hair, which was pretty plain and boring too. It was brown, long, and limp. Didn't bump, didn't curl, or look as silky like the girls on the commercials.

"You're doing it again?" Says my twin brother Malcolm. I look behind me to see him standing there along with Reese and Dewey. I put my arms across my chest.  "Doing what?"

"Judging yourself." Says Malcolm. "How many times do we have to tell you, you're beautiful the way you are." Chimes in Dewey in his adorable innocent voice. I smirk.  "Thanks guys."

Surprisingly, the boys were being nice, they've been pretty quiet this morning too. Which isnt normal.

"I still think your ugly." Says Reese making me glare at him. "DON'T CALL HER THAT, YOU IDIOT!" Malcolm shouts.

I take everything I said back.

Reese looks down at Malcolm laughing evilly. "You guys are twins so if she's ugly, you're ugly! Haha!"

Suddenly Dewey gets on the ground and bites Reeses ankle making him howl in pain. Reese then pulls Malcolm into a head lock. "Ugh! You idiots! I can't believe I have to live with you!" I shout annoyed. "Mom!"

"Break it up, Michelle!" My Mom yells back.

I have to do everything!

I try to get Reese off of Malcolm, but Reese pushes me back. "That's it!"

I put Reese in a headlock, and start tightening up around his neck. "Ah let me go!" He shouts letting Malcolm go. "Make me butt munch!"

At this point Malcolm and Dewey were happily watching me kick Reese's ass which is pretty much how this always go. Us against Reese and sometimes it'd be Reese, Malcolm and me against Dewey, or Malcolm and Reese against Dewey and me kicking their ass for messing with him.

"Boys! Michelle get in here!" My Mom yells. Keeping Reese in a headlock, I pull him out of the bathroom, into our room and out to the kitchen where my Mom is singing to the radio, shaving my Dad who was butt naked reading the newspaper.