Yeah I know it’s kinda long (that’s that she said by the way) but I’m just soooooo uncreative I can’t think of a damn clever title. Please. No. Retarded. Remarks. Thanks [:
Chapter 1
~Meet the Family~
Hello, my name is Elise.
It is a pleasure to meet you.
Throughout my childhood I have overcome many hardships involving my family; if you’d like to listen to my stories, I’ll gladly spend my spare moments illuminating these tales. My family…I’ll introduce you to them soon. For now, I’ll explain to you our rank in society, I’ll just come out and say it…we’re extremely wealthy…now you may say, ‘why does she sound ashamed of this?’ well I’ll tell you why; everyone is scared of me. They are anxious around me because of what my father does; I’ll clarify the means of his job shortly.
In the mean time, my mother’s occupation, she’s a clothing designer; I must admit she’s a rather good one. Her dresses are gorgeous; her blouses are stunning; her skirts, hats, scarves, coats, sweaters, etc. all exquisitely fascinating. The general public line up for her latest trend; celebrities constantly call her office to ask for reservations. I’m proud of her to the fullest, so are her fans. I did not even know that clothing designers had fans; maybe she is the first one. She may be an amazing designer…but she isn’t the best mother.
My father occupation is rather interesting; he is the head of a secret service agency, hence the reason why many of the student at my school are frightened to approach me. They think that if they offend me, hurt me, or insult me in anyway, I’ll send my father’s troops after them to exterminate them. I have no friends. Just like my mother, he’s one of the best at what he does, and don’t get me wrong I’m proud of him also…but he’s not the terrific father.
It’s true. Sometimes it feels like my beloved parents don’t care about their children. I try not to think about it, I try to believe as if they do care, they just don’t want to show it, they don’t want to ruin their reputation. I can imagine my father feeling that way, but why would my mother ignore me? I know for a fact that most mothers would love to have their teenage daughter to speak with them. I guess my mother loves her privacy.
Anyway, now I’d like (not really) to introduce you to my ‘beloved’ little sister. She may SEEM sweet and innocence to those who are not familiar to her, but she really is an appalling little witch. Her big bright blue eyes and her ‘Goldie Locks’ hair mislead the gullible public. They think she’s the cutest little girl they have ever laid eyes on. Oh, but she is so much more than a pretty face. She manipulates adults and other children of all ages, she threatens them; and I kid you not, they are not friendly threats (when are threats ever friendly?). When someone does something she does not like, she threatens them with one of her favorites, ‘I’ll send my daddy to murder you.’ I, myself, am a little frightened of her intimidation even though she is only ten years old, and her carrying a teddy bear isn’t helping her not be terrifying…
My two older brothers, they’re twins, they’re not as bad as my sister but not much better. There isn’t much to say about these two; except two words: Mischievous pranksters. Seems like a plain title for these two seven teen year olds, but it’s the simplest label I could think of. So deal with it. They don’t go around threatening people, fortunately, they’d rather blackmail or mess with people’s heads for shits and giggles; but they don’t always do their deeds on normal people, they play pranks on my sister, (who threatens to kill them frequently), on the maids who are usually the most naïve and give in quickly; of course they play some on me but they rarely get me. Lastly they play tricks on my eldest brother, the one we all love.
My beloved eldest brother, he’s twenty years of age, and when I say beloved, I mean it. Everyone loves him, especially me. He’s probably the most loved man in the world, or so I’ve heard from the giggling girls at my school. He’s generous, caring; he listens and gives surprisingly well advice for a man to give. He currently has a girlfriend; I do not like her at all. She’s not good enough for him, she ALWAYS complains about how he does not give her enough of his time, or how he does not give her certain gifts. I still do not understand why he loves that girl.
Now that I have introduced you to my family, I bet you are wondering what their names are, right? Well I’ll put you out of your misery and tell you. My mother’s name is Miranda, meaning, ‘Worthy of Admiration’ I don’t generally like that name or the sound of it, but I think it fits her well. My father’s name is Alexander, in my opinion; I think that is a very strong yet gentle name, it means ‘Defender of Men’ if you were curious. My demonic sister, Kaitlyn; I have nothing to say about her name. Except that the meaning of her name is entirely opposite of what she is, Pure. More like pure evil. The n
Hi Freebowl,
"Meet my Family" sounds great to me.
Congratulations on your style of writing and how well you articulate your sentences. I have taken the liberty to correct some errors, very few.
Corrections: (hence the reason why many of the student at my school) change to students at my school
(these two seven teen year olds,) seventeen - all one word.
(he listens and gives surprisingly well advice for a man to give.)
You need to revise this sentence because it doesn’t flow - grammar structure.
(More like pure evil. The n) This is where your letter ended, so I can’t comment on it.
Try to make a double space between paragraphs.
I believe that you have a vivid imagination and will make a great ‘creative writer’, so wish you every success.
Maybe the baby is bigger or perhaps it could be twins! How exciting though! I suppose time will tell huh? With this being your third time around I would have to agree with you and tell you that no, your not crazy. Some women I think are just more in tune with their bodies than others. Congratulations on the pregnancy!