At school, my name is Jenifer Winter. I am a normal girl, with a mom and a dad, a little brother, a dog, and 3.5 average GPA. I'm in choir and have minimal friends, but hang out with big groups on Friday nights, usually to study at the public library, stay equal with my peers, keep my name out of a drama.

At home, my name is Jeni Winter-Mallin-Horatio. I'm not a normal girl and I have 3 dads, an adopted brother and a Husky named Indiana. I actually have a 4.0 and have no friends what so ever, yet look popular in my dads' eyes so they will leave me alone.

My Biological father is Dean Winter, was in college for 8 years, and within the first 2, he was known as the local get it guy. If you needed something, my dad either had it, or he knew a guy. Works at a local architecture firm, he even designed a few of the building in town. He was never really a player in school, and he can't realize a person is flirting with him, ever. I just call him Dad.

Then there's my Papa Jeremy Mallin. He's the younger of the three, only 30. I'd like to point out that I am 13, and that is a fact that will never leave my mind. He stays home most of the time, but he cooks a lot, and sometimes he gets to go out and cook for his Fathers business if they are understaffed, which is never.

Finally, Naiche Anup Horatio. Whenever I ask him how he met Dad he says something different, but here is the basic story. Dad was in Texas, he got into a little bit of trouble, wound in a strip club, and stole one of the strippers back to his hotel room, and Naiche hasn't left since. Dad always assures me that it's true, but seeing as Naiche Weather guy, I can't really picture that same 42-year-old dancing on a pole in Fort Worth. He is my Shitaa'.

Papa's sister is my surrogate mother, I've only met her like twice. Most of Papa's family hates us, same with Dad's family back in England. Shitaa's family thinks that everything we do is normal, well, his mothers family does. I've only met his papa once and.. I don't know, he was weird. Dad's family... I see them maybe every other year, but they only talk to me, Dad will usually just stay in the back or not even come. He'll just drop me off and wait for a block or two away, waiting for me to be ready to leave.

We live New York for Naiche's job, he works for good morning America. He's always gone in the early morning, and he's home by noon, there until about two in the morning. Dad would leave before I did for school, but he was usually there for breakfast.

I did public school for a while, but Papa ended up putting me into online school after some kid wrote fag child on my gym clothes. I didn't care that much, which in turn made Papa worry even more. It's not like it was a normal thing, but bullying happened.

The only people who knew about my dads was my best friend Ricky.

Ricky had begged his parents to put him into online school after I switch, determined to never make another friend in his life. He was the son of some Canadian Doctor that had been married like three times. Point is, his family ain't exactly.... middle class.

And, Ricky only knows because I trust him, I would trust Ricky to kill me if he said he needed to, no questions asked. When my parents are all being annoying, he is my anchor. My savior. The one with memes at 3 in the morning.

Everyone else knew Papa, and that was it. I never brought friends over when Dad or Shitaa' were around, just because I was afraid the two of them would go off and ruin my social life again.

I know that sounds bad, but I really need people to not freak out around me. We would all go to school on Tuesday at 7:30, get out at 9, then hang out at my someone's house till noon, eat lunch at the local Diner, and then separate. I never had to worry about them getting anywhere close.

On Fridays Ricky and I would go to whatever discount movie had no people in the theater and be extremely rude. It was our own little ritual. One that my dads would never approve of.

Approval.

I hate that word. People always think having Gay dads is cool cause they think everything you do is great. Okay, but that's not true when you got a brit breathing down your neck about Sports, Clubs, College, and everything between. Then you have Papa who badgers me constantly about making more friends, bringing them home. And Shitaa' purposefully waits for me to start doing something like homework to come in and say hi, distract me a little.

But Approval? Yeah, no way. Think about doing school projects, you get home, you have that really large board and the instructions, maybe you ask your mom or dad for help with a few minor facts, or maybe just gluing on. In this house, if I even asked for help Dad would go on a rant about how he never got help with any of his school projects, he had to do them without any help, so I should be able to. But then Papa always wants to help me decorate the board "Oh, it wouldn't kill your dad if I just help a little bit." That's what he always said. Shitaa' would just sit in the same room, check in every few minutes, make sure my water bottle or drink stayed filled so I didn't leave my workstation to procrastinate.

We did a project on Mothers day, something just to get a grade in while we were testing no stop for three months. Of course, I don't have a mom, and I am the only one inconvenienced by this. I ended up hiding it from all three of them, which was really hard by the way. I got it done, turned it in, and then on mothers day, the same day as Dads birthday, I gave it to him. I made the whole thing about him instead of my mom. I couldn't tell if he was touched, or if he was going to murder Papa as he snickered in the background.

I didn't really care if he liked it anyway, I got an A for creativity. Not that I didn't expect an A. Anything less and Dad would be glaring at me during dinner. He always does that, it's all about grades and getting the best gpa possible, and the scholarships, volunteering, knowing more than one language! It's all just so boring now because I've already done everything I can. Everything's just slow now.

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That was the into, chap 2 will be a real chapter, this is just a co-write with someone to inform about her life, and yes 'Jenni' is a real person, but he name is something else. Hope you like her story, I know I did.