Suburbs here I come...

Everyday is pretty much the same. I wake up and eat my beloved Eggo Waffles or I eat my Fruity Pebbles so fast I choke. Either way, I eat. Then get dressed and brush my pearly whites. After that I fall into the bed out of tiredness and 13 minutes later look at the clock and run for my life to get to the bus. I was starting to feel like my bus driver enjoyed seeing me have a asthma attack everyday. But this day I should have known was going to be horrible. Starting with the fact that there was no cereal OR waffles that morning. My mom has always had this dream of living in Paris. She paints for a living so Paris (she thinks) will feed her creativity. I never thought she would actualy go. And if she did...she would take me...shes my mom. NOPE. I got home that day and my whole life was packed in a U-HAUL box...I was going to live with my older brother. You know, the one that lives in the middle of no where? Yeah, that one. He lives in Shalaway, Califonia. Its an hour from LA but if I didnt know that I would have guessed I was in a movie. Everything is perfect there. Let me paint you a picture. Every house was the same color. All the grass in every yard was so green it hurt your eyes. And every morning like clock work they water their lawns. All the husbands spend their time golfing at the country club while the wives debate about what the PTA should do for the canned food drive. We'll speed up to when I got out of the car from the hour long ride to my new...home. I step out of the car and hear "Welcome home new sissy!!!" Huh? I look at my brother and right then I thought "No...you got to be kidding me" Then to confirm what I didnt want to hear Darren tells me "Faye, this is my girl, Jessica." Oh lord. She has platnum blonde hair that is down to her lower back, hazel mixed with blue eyes, wearing a pink tanktop and some denim shorts. Why she was jumping up and down, I dont know, but I did know that living here was going to be an adventure that only superman could win...and here I am. I get to my room which was pretty simple. A desk, a closet, a bed, I can tell there used to be a rug on the ground and off white walls. "I can work with this." All I needed was paint and posters. My brother knew I was not happy at all with my new arrangement but he did try to make it better, he got pizza. Thats my favorite. Then the unimaginable happend. The pizza was delivered and Jessica saw it and (she was obviously discusted) whinned to Darren telling him how many calories and fat was in it. So he threw it away!!! I know, I know...I couldnt believe he just trashed it. I also couldnt believe my own brother who used to fight with me about the last piece of Pizza Hut pizza just threw out a whole large Rosatties pizza. Right then I knew. This was going to be something else.

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