FoN: Sup yall? I know that this probably won't be read but I really don't care...I'm gonna post this anyway. Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors. My laptop blew up (AKA my hard drive died) so I'm using a really old computer that doesn't have Microsoft Word. Stupid WordPad...*grrr*

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I shot up in my bed. My hair flying foward and my eyes wide. Glancing at my clock, it was five o'clock, I groaned and got up. Twenty minutes of sleep wasn't worth it. I pulled on my sweat pants and a hoodie as I walked down the stairs. My parents were already up and making coffee. Gagging at the smell I put a mug and thermoas type water bottle full of water in the microwave. I glanced at my parents, then to our house. We had an old two-story house that was huge. My parent's master bedroom was on the the second floor and actually, it took up the whole seond floor. On the main floor was a series of bedrooms off a hall where my oh-so-perfect sibling stayed. However, my room was by far the best. Over the family room, mainfloor, was a loft that my parents didn't have a use for. My dad had his office where if he wanted to work from home, he could hide. While my mom had her dance studio behind the house. My brother, Jack, had his garage and my sister, Kate, had her friends house and a sports car. So after battling Jack and Kate, I got the space. I suckered my friend, Matt to carve me a sign that said, "The Loft." I managed to convinve him to do it and hung it outside my room. In the loft there was my bunkbed in one corner and the walls were deep green. My laptop was on the unused bunk that i used as my desk. I had three bookcases full of books and a footlocker by my hanging chair. This was my escape. What my partents never noticed was that it was sound proof. I played the clarinet and piano, it was perfect. I could play my heart out and they wouldn't know a thing.

It started in second grade when I learned to play the piano at school. My parents thought it was a stage so they let me. After all, Kate went through a horseback stage. They wouldn't buy me a piano so I saved my birthday and christmas money and bought a keyboard. Needless to say, when they found out ehy weren't thrilled. But in fifth grade they had band callouts. The director brought in some brass instruments and let us thry them out. I failed miserably at low brass. So when the time came to decide which intrument it would be the following thoughs ran through my head: I don't want to play flute, I can't play the brass, there's too much for percussion, I'll try the clarinet. Somehow, I managed to convince my parents to buy me one.

My brother Jack is 22 and about 6'6 with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He's the oldest and the doctor. WHen he was in high school he decided that our parents were right and he was going to become a doctor.

My sister Kate, who is 20 and 5'5 with short blonde hair and green eyes, thought that she should become a lawyer and my parents agreed. Kate was always the perfect child, perfect skin, hair, grades, and friends.

Every perfect family has a not-so-perfect family member. That would be me. 5'9 with brown hair and grey eyes and 17. I love to read and listen to music. Music is my passion and soul. My parents believe I should be a lawyer or doctor. I think that they're nuts. I'm the rebellious soul in my family. My name Cara (pronounced Kar-a) Alaska Mitchells, but everyone calls me "Al" or "Alaska". Welcome to my not-so-perfect family.

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Fon: wow...that was longer on paper...*gulp* oh well!