Another AutoBiography

Another Biography

This is a story about life from my point of view. (Sorry about my grammar)

I'll try to do my best to write here.

3/7/14 (Friday)

Laying next to me on my bed is the family dog. A little Pomeranian/Papillon mix who is ten years old and is a little bit bigger than the size of my head. She hates any type of fighting and helps enforces the house rules in her own way. I could hears my sisters in the living room playing Pythonopoly. It's monopoly combine with "Monty Python and The Search for the Holy Grail".

(A while later)

I listened as our dog runs to the living room to bark at the cat my sister was taking outside. It wasn't long before she was back and barking at me. I knew she wanted to be cuddled but I just grinned and listened as two of my sisters acted out the Black Night scene (From "Monty Python and The Search for the Holy Grail") as if they were under water. I frown thinking about my life. It's not perfect but it's not simple either. I have been at my new school for awhile and I'm starting to seem rather simple and what people would call normal. I rolled my eyes at that word and tried to make up a definition for it but decide to quite. There has never been a definition for that word and I hope there never will be!