welcome to cattlesburg: happy family
so here is how the homelife goes:
my madre, eh she can be annoying sometimes. "go work on the pool and i mean cleaning it and putting chlorine in....not your usual 'ma im swimmin lookin for leaves on the bottom'" and "go to sleep...its 8!!!" eh but sometimes she can be pretty cool. she has busted me out of a lot of trouble that i had landed myself into.

james, my brother, he is 11 months older than me. he is on the varsity football team.....BIG whoop de doo. he is good in school, well, if you call cheating off the smart kids' work and tests good. he's just a hoodlum out of school though. 75% of the time when i first get into a class he had, the teachers go "oh are you related to james roberts?" i look down and mutter "unfortunately." then a couple weeks down the road, that teacher goes "why cant you be more like your brother?" LUCKILY, i act nothing like him. or i would probaly been know as "james little sister" and i would hate that more than mosquitoes. there are always different girls at our casa looking for him. when they knock on the door or call when he is not here i usually give them some brilliantly thought up excuse that will ususally get me into hot water later.

emily, eh the little sister. well she is not that little. she is a year younger than me (which means that we ALL go to chs...emily as a freshie, me as a sophmore and james as a junior....lucky me.) but 3 feet taller than me. she has tons of friends. most of which only care about clothes and that sort and sometimes treat her like crap. last year, at her 8th grade formal she was crowned Queen. she takes like 2 hours to get ready! she drives me insane when she does that. she and the black eyed coral (hahah still laughin about that one.) are pretty good friends. they met each other on the cheerleading squad.

ok i HAVE to tell you about mookie.he isnt related by blood but he is family. he lives right next door and is over at my casa ALL the time. you see...his parents own this pretty sweet record shop next to my ma's flower shop. i've know him for like ever....when we were little we would play "telephone" ya know with the cups on the string from my window to his...we did that until the walkie talkies came. haha. his 'rents are kinda hippies, no i dont mean they puff the magic dragon then go and hug some trees (or at least i dont think they do haha) but they are all "free spirit" and nature loving, mookie's parents give him like no rules what-so-ever. he doesnt need him, he is a pretty good kid and smart as a tack (not just book smart but witty smart). now dont get me wrong, he isnt one of those kids who does a whole bunch of extra credit just so that they will get OVER a hundred in that class, like janice greebly does. he is just very laid back. anyways he cant be all halos, he does hang out with me.

oh i cant forget about chevy, vette and taxi. vette is our golden retriever who isnt the brightest crayon in the box if ya catch my drift and is always sneaking out at night through a hole in the fence in the backyard. vette is very hyper and hangs around with james most of the time. emily has taxi, her orange cat. it is all hers cause my ma, james and i are more dog people. the funny thing is that taxi is prissy. hmm...like owner like pet? and of course my dog, chevy. chevy is a bulldog that is very relaxed and calm. mookie's dad thinks he us some kind of reincarnation of some sort. haha all of our pets are named after some sort of car. odd thing is that we didnt plan for it to be that way. maybe it has something to do with our dad who is a mechanic and car fanatic. i asked my mom "hey ma, why dont you have a pet of your own?" and she replied "'cause i have you three."

our dad doesnt live with us, he took off for florida 3 years ago. i think he lives in boca right now. boca? hmm...i see him playing golf with a bunch of snobby, snooty people, with him wearing ridiculously tacky plaid pants. he doesnt belong on a golf course. he belongs her in california with us. i miss him. so does james and emily, of course. i know my ma does too, under all those layers of anger. it pisses me off that he just go up and left us one day and went to the other side of the country. i dont even know why he did. my ma does. but she guards that secret tighter than the colonel guards his chicken recipe. hmm i know emily doesnt know cause she was only 8 when he left. maybe james know, if he does ma probably told him not to say anything to emily or i. i would probably know by know if he did and mom didnt tell him to not tell us, he has a big mouth too, maybe it runs in the family. maybe i will cut him a deal...either he tells me why dad left or i will just go and tell ma about his excursions down to tijuana with his football chums. my ma always tells me that i get my troublemaker gene and that my "troublemaker-ness" comes from my father.

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