How did it all get so complicated? [1]

Abby sighed, and began to nibble on her fingernails. Some of the brown polish came off, leaving a nasty taste in her mouth. She licked it off on the top of her hand, and stared dreamily onto the chipped paint.
"Maybe he won't come home tonight." Abby said to herself. "Maybe he will go out with his work buddies, and get drunk and fall asleep on the side of the road."
Abby Smallz knew her father wouldn't do that. He was prefect, always home on time, always clean, always EVERYTHING. Abby stuck her tongue out at her reflection. She heard the front door open, and the shuffling of her dad's feet.
"Abby?" Her dad's deep voice echoed through the house. "Abby, you home darling?"
Of course Abby would be home, she was not stupid enough to get rid of what littleprivilege she hadby spending a Tuesday night out on the town. Abby smiled to herself, as she looked herself in the mirror. She was her mother's daughter; easy going, witty, easily saddened and scared, but always happy and caring. She also looked like her mom, long wavy light brown hair, big blue/green eyes, thin lips and thin frame. She looked nothing like her father. That made her happy.
"Abb- oh, hey darling. How are you?" Abby's father stood in the doorway to her bathroom.
Abby shrugged, and continued to mess with her hair. She pulled it back, and pressed her lips together like a fish.
"Darling, pay attention to me." Abby's father's voice sounded like he was angry, but was restraining it.
"Dad, I have to tell you something." Abby said. She pushed her way past him; she placed herself on her bed, and pulled a pillow to her. She waited till her father sat down across the room before she began again.
"Dad, I have something to tell you." He nodded for her to continue. "I have a C in advanced physics." Abby said her tone indifferent.
Her father stared at her; his expression went from mad, to sad, to extreme anger in a matter of seconds. "WHAT?!?!?" He bellowed. Her bed shook. "My daughter can not; I repeat CAN NOT, have Cs!!!!"
"Dad! I'm only a freshman, and you are going all hissy fitty on me. Advanced physics is a Junior/Senior class! I don't have to take it NOW!" Abby answered back.
"That is no excuse! You have to get straight As if you want to get into an Ivy League college!"
"I don't need As! You could pay for me to get into it! We are rich enough!!!" Abby gestured to the room around her, everything new, and everything high-tech, everything screaming "I have tons of money to spare", and Abby did.
Downstairs,Abby andher dad heard the door open and close, somefeet came walking in, a suitcase hit the floor, and a woman sighed. Abby's dad looked at her.
"I told you howI am hiring a full time maid, well, she is here. She has an older son, about two years older than you, a son one year older than you, andanother sonyour age. They will be going to the same school as you, and will be staying with us. You are to treat them nicely. Do you hear me?"
Abby nodded.
"Good, now, Abitha, please change into somethingpresentable, and meet us downstairs."
Abby nodded, she knew when her father said the dreaded word "Abitha"she better do what he says. As he walked out, Abbybounced up. She turned and ran into her closet, there were two sections. Her section and her father's "approval" section. Shewent to the middle andpulled out black skinny jeans,and a dark blue lace top.
As she carefullyput on the lacetop, she heard her father talking to the women, her voice sounded like velvet, but it was higher than what normal people have.
Slowly, Abby walked out of her room, and over to the stairs. She looked down the large staircases, on the stone floor stood a family of 4. The women looked Spanish, but her accent was clean. She had dark brown hair, thick eyebrows, tan skin, and brown eyes. She was wearing a bright red business suit, with her skirt a little to high for an office, and her crisp white shirt unbuttoned one too many buttons too low.
The three boys were all different though. One, the tallest had honey colored hair, high cheekbones, thick full lips and green eyes. The second tallest was much larger then the thin tall boy, Abby was sure that if he took his shirt off you would see every muscle on his body. But, he was pleasant to look at, he had very dark brown hair, in a different light it might have looked black,bright blue eyes, and slightly up-turned lips. The third boy had to be the youngest he looked like he hadn't quite grown up to be a man yet, he had reddish/brown hair, he looked like a mixture between thin and muscular, his brown eyes looked like a sad puppy's, but his face showed no sign of sadness. His slightly upturned lips seemed to be smiling, while his cheekbones- Abby noticed that they would be defined and high, like his older brother's someday- seemed to bring on a "leave me alone" kind of vibe. They were all looking around at the huge house they were going to live in.
Abby began to walk down the stairs, her slippered covered feet made almost no noise, until her bracelet covered wrist hit the black metal railing of the stairs. Every set of eyes in the house went to her. She felt like she was at the ball, in the huge house, two staircases that turned in slightly,she was indeed the fairest of them all.
"Which one of you will be my Prince Charming?" Abby asked herself. Then she giggled to herself when she saw her dad ignoring her, and staring at the new maid.
"Cecilia, this was my daughter I was telling you about. Abitha, this is Cecilia, our new maid. These are her sons." Abby's father gestured to the boys.
"Spencer is a junior." The tallest, boy nodded at Abby. She smiled back.
"Then this is Marc, he is a sophomore." Marc looked Abby up and down, and then he licked his lips.
Abby smiled at him. "Did you know that sophomore comes from the word Sophomoric, meaning immature?"Spencer and the other boy snickered.
"Abitha" Abby's dad gave her a low warning.
"Then the third one is Casen, he is in your grade." Casen looked at her, and then looked away.
Abby just ignored Casen's rudeness, and smiled a simple "hello".
"Well, Rodger." It had been such a long time since Abby had heard someone call her dad anything other than Mr. Smallz. "It seems you lied to me, your daughter is not a pretty as you said she was."