Before you read this, there are a few things you need to know.
My name is Jane Austen-Berlyn Johnson. It’s a mouth full, I know. But hear me out. I live in Cameron, Massachusetts, with my nine little siblings, my two best friends, and my best friend Abby’s baby. My three older brothers live around us with their wives and children. I’ll get to them in number three.
Our family is incredibly wealthy. We own a string of hotels and banks all around New England and the East coast, as well as the Boston Hospital, one of the best hospitals in the nation. My parents died when my twin and I were 14, and the care of the children fell on us. The share is divided into fifths, with the oldest five of us holding equal stock. Mostly though, the oldest two run Johnson Enterprises, while my twin and my third oldest brother work at the hospital, and I take care of the kids and the house.
Here is the summary of my siblings. Now, before we start, you will notice that yes, we are all named after authors or characters. Both my parents had a love for all literature. My oldest brother William Blake Johnson is married to my sister in law Anna, and they have my niece and nephew, 3 year old Marius and 2 year old Cady. Blake is 29, and a very strict businessman. But, no matter what, he loves his family. Brother number two, John Christopher Johnson is the epitome of sweetness. He is 26, and married to my sweet sister in law Sage. They have my one year old niece Jordan. Number three, and my personal favorite is Oliver Holmes Johnson. He is 24, and single. He is the head of neurological medicine at the Boston Hospital, and is very protective of me and all my little siblings. Then, there’s me. I’m 18, and I take care of everyone and everything. We have a butler named Pierre, but he has a daughter who is very sick and only comes for about four hours a day. He cleans the house and leaves. Next is my twin. Darcy Knightley Johnson. Because, where there’s Jane Austen, there’s Mr. Darcy. My twin brother is one of the most incredible and mature men I’ve ever met. He finished high school at 13, college at 15, and medical school at 17. He completed his residency and we hired him as co-head of Oncology at Boston. His partner, Dr. Wilson is a kind and patient man. He is definitely in the right field. Darcy and I are identical, and he is the spitting image of our father. Next after Darcy and I is our twin brothers Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald Johnson and Leo Tolstoy Johnson. Leo and Fitz are 16, and your average teenage boys. Neither of them are very interested in the family businesses. Leo is more on the serious side. He wants to be a musician, and he’s really quite good. Fitz is the complete opposite of his twin brother. He is fun loving and sweet, and wants to be a writer. He loves our little brothers and sisters and is immensely helpful with their homeschooling. Next is our fifteen year old brother Jack London Johnson. He is just like Darcy. He also has already finished high school as well, and hopes to become a pediatrician. Like Fitz, he is very good with the little ones. Next is our 14 year old sister Harper Lee Johnson. She is the much needed calm in a sea of boys. She is a gifted author like Fitz, and will often write little stories to entertain our little sisters. Next, Emily Dickinson Johnson is 9. She is much like I was when I was her age: quiet, keeps to herself, and is a gifted artist. She has been painting since she was three, and we have her art lessons. Her twin brother, Ernest Hemingway Johnson is exactly like his sister, only he’s a sculptor. We have an entire room, which we call the Gallery, which is solely dedicated to their artwork. The last two, 6 year old Charles Dickens Johnson and 4 year old Virginia Woolf Johnson are both bubbly and vibrant children. They are the light of our lives and the best things to happen to us. Blake, Chris, Fitz, Leo, Jack, Hem, and Charles have the brown hair of our mother. The rest of us have the blonde hair of our father. Ollie, Me, Darcy, Fitz, Jack, Harper, and Ginny have the ocean blue eyes of our father. Everyone else has the emerald eyes of our mother.
The last people you need to know are my two best friends, my godson, and the other doctors at the hospital. First, my male best friend Jay. My siblings lovingly call him Gatsby to fit our theme. He has reddish brown hair and ice blue eyes. He has been with us for almost my whole life. I couldn’t have raised the kids without him. Next, my female best friend Abby. She has been my best friend since we were very young. Her husband was killed in a drunk driving accident right before her son was born. She also has brown hair and blue eyes, and always gets counted as a sibling. Her son David Rory is two months old, and one of the greatest things in her life. The co-head of Oncology that I mentioned previously is one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met in my entire life. He’s best friends with the head of our diagnostic medicine department, Dr. Park. Dr. Park is roughly 25. Brilliant. And he’s a massive tool. But God damn, he’s gorgeous. With his brown hair and deep blue eyes that seem to pierce right through any front I have. He doesn’t care about anything and usually refuses to see patients because it will skew his diagnosis. But he does care about Dr. Wilson. And he is an amazing doctor. The three doctors who work under him are named Dr. Grant, who is a dark skinned man of 6’0”. He is nice enough, but a little too ambitious for me. Then, Dr. Spencer. He is British and looks just like you’d expect a surfer to look. He’s incredibly intelligent and fun to be around. He’s a ladies man, though, and I’ve never been into that. He also has a massive crush on me. Then, Dr. Anderson. She’s blonde and blue eyed, and we could be sisters. She’s a bit jumpy, but anyone would be in her position. She lost her fiance in the military last year, and she hasn’t been the same since. The head of pediatric medicine, Dr. Kyle is perfect with the children, and so incredibly sweet and welcoming to Jack. Finally, there is the Dean of Medicine in the hospital, Dr. Clark. She is a small woman, but what she lacks in height, she makes up for in spite. I love her. Well, that’s everyone who is important in this story. It starts as any other good story does. It starts with a sunrise.
