crowned

chapter 2

I have a very interesting family , yes , we're loud an proud.

Interesting in the above sentence is another word for weird.

There's my dad, Jacob Prescott,6ft 5' , really buff(muscle-wise), and with his smooth tanned skin , silky black hair and storm blue eyes, I as his daughter think that he is very hot( but not in a weird way). There are two main clichés gravitating around his physical build-up:

cliché #1:he must be jock who is also a jerk and a player and is probably part of the mafia. simple.

on word. lies.

cliché #2 : his body build is way too obvious . he must be a nerd and a wuss who hates playing sports.

duh , because that makes so much more sense.(note the sarcasm).

My dad is that guy who watched too many cautionary tales growing up and is now obsessed with fitness , health and safety and imposes on the rest of us to be obsessed about it too , but at least it's thanks to him that I'm not a fat octopus.

My mom , Cassandra Prescott is (lord forgive me) a Malibu Barbie doll. She was in a tooth paste commercial when she was 16 and ever since, she acts like she's in one of those 80's shows. I honestly don't even know how many careers she's had . When ever I try to talk to her , she acts like Michelle's dad from full house , but her goofy nature wears off when I need it to , like when we were trying to convince the neighbors not to sue us for egging their house and TP-ing their trees .

Then there are the twins , indigo and sapphire . they are both 8 years old. Indigo(bless his little heart) thinks it's normal to watch insect mating rituals , while sapphire has a bit of a wild streak(she is well known across all of the clubs in our not-so-small town of Finchin , California ). I already know that the world is not ready for these two .

Marco. the most evil 5 year old that I know . I once caught him drawing a picture of Santa clause (cute right?) and then he a picture of himself holding a gun to Santa's head (not so cute). I'm pretty sure that that child is secretly plotting my demise.

Last and certainly least, there's the girl next door . She might as well just get adopted by my parents , she's here that often (why? I don't know ). I totally hate her and severe case of perfectness . Blech .  She's so happy and pretty and cutesy and so so so blonde. Blech . I really don't like her. At all . Even a little bit.

Lovely family right ? I mean , it's not unusual at all that my mother takes time every day to point out my' potential boy friends ' or anything . Yup . Nothing weird there .

Oh no. Marco is going on a rampage with a banana and a toy truck. Never underestimate the damage that a banana can cause.