My name is Danielle, but you can call me Dani. I was named after my great, great, great aunt Danielle Marie Evermore. She was the 1st solo woman pilot of a Hot Air balloon. My family always tells me I’m just like her: Adventurous, wild, curious, and one of the prettiest faces ever seen. Danielle Grace Evermore is my name. I’ve got long caramel hair and big, bright green eyes, I’m kind of tall and kind of short, and my favorite color ever is purple (that’s important), I am 14 years old. My hobbies are four wheeling, designing clothes, exploring, dancing, and being with animals (I have 7 of my own). The story starts here.
“DANIELLE!” My step-mother screamed from the kitchen. “Yes?” I calmly responded. “GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE! NOW!” shoot I thought to myself, I walked to the kitchen as slowly as possible-just to annoy her. “What did I do now?’’ I asked her. Laura Penn Evermore-my step-mother- dark hair, sharp blue eyes, very tall and pretty, yet one of the most evil souls on the universe. I walked in the kitchen and there she was holding Mrs. Pennyworth the Bullfrog. Mrs. Pennyworth is my little sister Alana’s frog; I found her but gave it to her before our mother died, so Laura couldn’t do anything about it. “What Is THIS doing on the kitchen counter?!” Laura commandingly asked. “Ask Alana, it’s not my frog.” I snickered and walked back to my bedroom.
My bedroom is the only place I can think, the only place I can be the person I never have the nerve to be in public- myself. It’s cozy with the gorgeous colorful quilt my mother made, and the birdcage mirrors my father carved, especially the amazing view of the big palm trees and ocean. We live in Tampa, Florida, I grew up here. The house was new but this is home. My walls made the room warm with their grayish brown color and wall decals. The dark wood was turned soft by a pretty white rug. All of my designing stuff was here, and next to my bed was the little mini bed for Jessie, my little Cocker Spaniel.
That night I sat in my room preparing for the 1st day back at school. Today was the last day of spring break; I inspect my next day’s outfit for school. Skinny jeans, white top with gray cardigan, coral scarf and shoes, and feather earrings. “Hmmm” I thought to myself, “It’s missing something.” I quietly walk into my father’s room, careful not to wake them. I found my father’s stash of Mom’s stuff. I looked around and saw a gorgeous watch, gold trim with coral and white colors and accents. I walked back to my bedroom and put it on the arm of the mannequin I got for my birthday. “Perfect!” I whisper. I looked into my one of a kind purple designer messenger bag:
ü Binder
ü Lip Gloss
ü iPod
ü Books
ü Notes
ü Lucky Charm
I stayed up until 2:30 AM texting Leslie. Leslie was my forever and for always best friend- no, un-biological sister! We met when we were four and ever since then we have done everything together. Leslie is one of those girls that you would think is a Teen Vogue model. She has long, wavy, dark brown hair and big, sparkly, chocolate brown eyes. She is stick thin (in a good way), and has a perfect tan. She has the coolest accent ever! She came here with her mother and older brother straight from Spain and the boys drool over her. Sometimes I get jealous but not a lot. We texted for a while and then both decided to go to sleep. That night I dreamt of the next day.
