Hi, my name is Cecelia Rose Jones, but everyone knows better not to call me that. I prefer Cece. I had first gotten that nickname when I was about 13 years old - I was really sassy at the time - and one day I had over reacted to something my friends did or said - like I remember - and an older girl that had gone to my school had seen my outburst and stopped by and said " Cecilia? That's your name? Doesn't suit you Sissy." She had said it in this strange accent that made it sound like Sissy, but maybe she had tried to say Cece and we just didn't understand. Heck, we don't even know and it's been 5 years.
My family was never perfect. They acted perfect but really and truly, we are fucked up. First, there's Amelia May Jones. I have this weird sister, really 'weird' can't even begin to describe who she is. But let me try summarize her for you. She has this unbelievably beautiful face, but doesn't seem to give a shit enough to have a slim body, which sure doesn't matter that much, but she could be a model if she tried, so yeah, it matters. She has this tendency to get drunk off her face a lot, and whenever she does, she gets into a fight with her fuck ugly rich boyfriend who is such an asshole. There is always drama in her life, it's like she can't live a day without it. She has screaming fits at you and calls you names and doesn't even say sorry afterwards- yet when you do the same to her, she ignores you for a week. She ' does not know' what to do with her life, even though its so impossibly easy to see, everyone knows but she simply doesn't. She is so crazy talented in making short films, but she doesn't seem to want to commit. She is so crazy obsessed with our cat Khlosef, and I have no idea why. We are quite close, we gossip while we horse ride, but we dont indulge in secrets.There are so many things I could say, but you got the idea.
Then there's River Jude Jones. Now, the first thing you should know about river is that he is self obsessed. I remember that he once told me that when he was drunk, he thought to himself 'Damn, im good looking.' He's a great guy, but he loves himself a little too much. We aren't very close since he doesn't spend much time at home, and when he does, hes tumbling. River is just as fucked up as Amelia, just in a different way. He likes to be a player, ya know, the usual, taking different girls home, but he secretly loves being committed to someone. He is actually a secret romantic, but obviously thinks hes too manly to show it. He is a gym rat, and spends most of his time at dinner looking flexing his biceps. The thing that Amelia and River have in common; they're obsessed with their iPhones. Gee thats annoying.
And now, My lovely (note the sarcasm) mother. Edwina Alexandra Jones. There are many words to describe the woman, and caring is not one of them. She acts like a teenager. Literally, gets drunk around 6 out of 7 nights and then wonders why us kids don't listen to her. Whenever I think of my mother, I have to shake my head. Let's just say that she just isn't around until I finish school and from around 10pm onwards, you can't count on her. The woman just is never happy with what she has.
Last and least, Seth Ryan Jones. My father. I say this formally because I obviously am not too fond of him. My father is a high class manager in a swiss bank, UCB. Which is why he is only around on weekends, as he flies in on fridays. My father is a cold man. He wasn't always that way, but he changed when he started into the banking business. He doesn't speak much to me, and when he does, he complains about my grades and really about anything I tend to do wrong. Which is mostly a lot, but hey, im clumsy. He is highly intelligent, yet doesn't know the first thing about being a father or a husband. Well, the word husband doesn't really fit anymore since my parents have split a long time ago, they just don't want to go through a messy divorce, and most of all, they want to look good.
And then in the middle of all of this. There's me.
