[Okay. Okay. Let's start from square one.]
Hello. My name is Annabelle Dakus. I'm a 11 year old sixth grader. Most say that I am really crazy for a sixth grader. It actually depends. I personally think I'm a little crazy, but if you do crazier things than me then...I guess I'm not crazy. So when I was 8, I jumped off the roof while holding an umbrella screaming, "I am Mary Poppins." My mom came over and started yelling at me about how crazy I was. Yea. I do those kind of stuff. I mean to some people I might seem normal. I don't know.
So right now I'm going to my aunt's house. My 4 year old sister is screaming, "I WANT A UNICORN!" and Mom is somehow very calm. I admire Mom's calmness.
On the other hand, my 10 year old sister is writing everything I'm saying right now. [Stop being a creep, Melody.] She is usually doing some kind of nerdy stuff like writing, studying, and reading. I mean normal people would like call their friends or text or something like that. [Hey! Not my fault you're such a nerd.] Sorry, Melody is punching me. [What? It's the truth.]
When we finally reached my aunt's house, my baby sister started banging the windows with her chubby face and saying stuff like, "Mommy, that's auntie's house! See right there!" I'm actually really surprised how she can talk that much.
"Charlotte, sit down," Mom said, calmly. She sat down and smiled her big toothy grin. As soon as Mom unlocked the car door, she jumped out and started punching the front door.
[Okay, Melody. Time to stop. We are at Auntie's house.] Auntie opened the door and hugged Charlotte first, for obvious reasons. She later hugged Melody and I. Her house was very spacious and had beautiful paintings. When I was young, I would run down the hallways and start staring at each picture for 10 full minutes. Now you can tell that I love art.
I also loved the way her house smelled and looked. Her house always had a different smell. Last time I went there was last month. [Right, Melody?] Last month, it smelled like fresh mint leaves This time, it smelled like Jasmine flowers. Auntie's walls were painted light turquoise and had light pink moldings. There were tall vases with a white flower at the bottom and white candles floating on the top. The candle fire the hallways as I looked at the paintings.
As time passed by, Mom called me to go home.
