Hi there! My name? Well that's an easy question. I am Kristen Miller, my friends call my Kristy though. I go to Coventry High School in Rhode Island I am a freshman there and you are going to find out that being a typical american teen is NOT as easy as it looks. Before i tell you anything else I want to just say my friends and I are very close and so is my family. And thisis a story about my teenage life.
Chapter one
It's summer! Oh how I love summer...except the fact that there are frogs and snakes out >_< I am so afraid of those. Well summer is almost over anyways and I had to spend three weeks of it in credit recovery because my teacher decide to fail me because she hates me and thats a fact. But anyways that is over and done with now it is August 1,2010 and i'm getting ready to go to the beach with my Auntie Kimmy Marie and my younger cousins Jasmine, Cameron, and Evan on Wednesday. I have not been to the beach all summer! Oh how I love the beach, the sun, the water, the sand, the tans, and the hot GUYS! But I mean come on what girl doesnt go to the beach for the guys? Well I guess some girls don't but oh well their life not mine. So here I am waiting for Wenesday, oh and August 8th I am going camping with my Dad,my Mom, my younger sister Morgan, my younger sister Hayley, my younger brother James, and my baby sister Chloe. We are camping on a beach next to a big roller coaster which is awsome. I think my Aunt Kelly, my Uncle Timmy, my little cousin Amber, and my baby cousin Alexis. Amber won't go on it though I know that for a fact because she cried on the Goofy roller coaster in Disney World! No big hills,but then again my sister Hayley also cried and she nine and Amber is six, almost seven. But anyways I really want to take my friend Milly camping but her mom accused me of stealing moisturiser so I doubt she can come but we still hang her mom apologized and I explained how i can't wear moisturiser because it burns my face. So I really want to take my friend Audri if my mom says yes because Audri is awsome we had sleep overs before I mean a few days on a beach won't hurt anyone. Right? Exactly. But I don't know what my parents will say.If she does come we might need to share a seat for three hours so that may not be as fun but we can make it work I mean what are friends for besides in her car we had to share a seat and so did her brother Aaron and his friend Mikey. But the best part was that morning we took shaving cream and shaving cream Mikey's legs and only his because Aaron was wrapped up in his blanket. We have good times together. But high school is going to change that for us.
Chapter two
It is almost Wednesday because it's Tuesday. My Auntie Kimmy Marie should be calling and telling me if i'm sleeping over tonight or tomorrow night because we might be going to the beach Thursday instead of tomorrow so I have no idea right now I am just waiting for the call or facebook message. My cousins should be happy that I am going since I am the nice cousin and even though the "hate" me and love my sister Morgan who is the angel from hell, and satan's child, but anywho they seem to love Morgan when i'm not around and when I am around but when I agree to sleep over because the little "lovelys" have no one then they love me and when Morgan isn't around i'm their favorite cousin. Stupid Morgan ruins everything for me. Once only once I wish she didn't ruin stuff for me or on me. Like for example my clothes she has to wear them and then she took a pair of my skinny jeans so I wouldnt notice carved out the tag and cut them I was so mad at her I punched her so hard she cried and wanted my mom to punish me but I said that she deserved it and she shouldn't have cut my jeans just because she was mad at me and my mom took my side which really made Morgan mad but that's not my problem.
"I hate you Kristy." Morgan said angerly.
"That's fine Morgan." I said plainly.
"Morgan Michelle Miller you go to your room this instant!" Mom shouted.
"I hate this family." Morgan cried with tears streaming down her face while she turns a dark shad of red from anger and sadness.
"tupid Mogan, tupid Mogan, tupid Mogan." My little brother James manage to chant.
