Chapter One

What’s the matter with me?

I know my dad never loved anyone, but that didn’t give him reason to hate me. He has six other daughters, why me? What was so wrong with me, that wasn’t wrong with my three sisters, or my three half-sisters for that matter?

Tanya, who’s 14, and Amy, who’s 12, are two of my half-sisters. I’ve only met them five times, but they’re awesome. Their mother’s name is Penelope. I’ve only met her once and, excuse my language, she’s a bitch. She hates anything to do with my dad, including all his daughters (even hers), all his previous girlfriends (including herself), and men in general.

Dana is 10 and she is yet another half sister, and her mother is Rebecca. Dana and Rebecca are both really, really cool, but Rebecca still has feelings for my dad, which lowers my amount of respect for her. I’ve only met them three times.

Nikki, Wendy, and Sara are my sisters. They are 15-year old triplets and I love Wendy and Sara to death, but Nikki is always getting on my nerves. Don’t get me wrong; I love her, too, but not nearly as much as Sara and Wendy.

Right, so back on topic; my dad came to visit us all last week, he tried to act like he cared for my sisters and half-sisters, but he took one look at me and didn’t look at me again. Not until everyone was asleep.

I asked him an innocent question (a more polite version of: why the hell did you decide to bother us now) and he took a swing at me! I ducked and stared after him as he went inside like he hadn’t just tried to use me as a punching bag.

He was gone by morning, and my mom and I agree that that’s fine with us.

I can’t wait for tomorrow. It’s Saturday and I get to see all my sisters and Rebecca. Penelope never comes, obviously, so I don’t see her.

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An extract from my diary two days later.

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Hi, Tara again.

I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m mad at Dana.

I mean, all she did was mention that she hadn’t realized how much I looked like our dad.

While that’s true, I hate my dad and I don’t want to be reminded that I look like him.

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So, as you can see, dinner wasn’t as pleasant as usual. Apparently our dad visited all of us, and Dana actually liked him. I blame her mom.

But she’s not the only one. Nikki absolutely adores him and Sara and Wendy like him, too. At least Tanya and Amy share my point of view. I really wish their mom would just “forget” to pick them up from our house.