Alexie's story- Forever Yours

Breakfast

I woke up to my radio on my new iPhone 4s playing "no diggity" by  Blackstreet. I got up and out of habit, started to dance, stretching my long, thin legs.

I danced my way into my bathroom and brushed my teeth then took a shower, dried off, and put on a red crop sweater and white dance shorts with black dance sneakers. then I pulled my below-the-butt length hair into a ponytail and quietly went out into the hallway, past everybody's rooms and down the back stairs into the kitchen.

after grabbing an apple, I opened the basement door and went inside, and down to my dance studio. I plugged up my iPhone and it began to play random songs. I stared at myself in the mirror and stretched, working out my sleeping muscles. I bent forward and touched my toes. outside, the California weather was very perfect.

I paused my music and opened the patio door, walking out. our built in pool sparked in the 6:OO morning sun and I breathed in all the beautiful nature.

then I ran past our two huge pools and over to our extra garage, opening it. my future car, a red two tone car(red and white), gleamed at me. its actually daddy's old car, but he let's me pretend that it is mine. I even have the keys. the car runs very good. I stroked the exterior. the car is a 1958 Plymouth Fury. yeah. its Christine. the car.

well, its not the real one, but its her twin. i still call her Christine though. I left the garage open and ran inside to grab my keys, then ran back to her and drove her out and over into the backyard. she shined like a new... Plymouth Fury. I went to check my phone. when I got back inside, my brother, Michael, was practicing for a Michael Jackson concert he was doing.

"hey Michael." I said/signed."hi." he said/signed back. "can you help me with this step I cant get down?" i asked.

He nodded and we practiced the step until Mama called us up for breakfast. we raced up the stairs, me holding both of our iPhones.

We grabbed out seats and sat down. as usual, everyone was chattering like crazy, over anything. but there is one thing you must know about us Johnsons': as many of us there are, wherever we go or do or say, the whole family has to know. does it get complicated?

yes! there are exactly 30 people living in this mansion! daddy entered the kitchen and I said," hi daddy." he smiled at me." morning. " "hi daddy." everyone else said. Michael and Mackenzie came in, Michael was holding makenlee, and Mackenzie had mikinley. Junior was holding onto Michael's shorts and angrily staring up at makenlee." why can't I get lucky like you daddy and have brothers instead of sisters?" he asked.

Michael leaned over." j-man, " he said. he calls Junior j-man. "i am lucky because I have six brothers. but daddy has WAY more sisters than you might ever have. I have fourteen sisters. so shut up. you got that?" leave it to Michael to be loving and kind one minute, and mean and hurtful the next. that's the bipolarness and anger issues speaking.

Junior nodded, but when Michael walked away, junior stuck his tongue out at him. me and a couple of others laughed. Michael slowly turned around and glared down at his only son. " I didn't take my pills yet today." he warned him.

Junior's eyes got wide and he ran over to me. I picked him up and held him. " hi junior." I said." hi." he replied. He looked so innocent and adorable. his hair was curly just like Michaels, and came almost down to his behind. I grabbed a rubber band off of the counter and tied Junior's hair up.

then we ate. Mama, lesha, Robyn, janessa, Summer, and Seara made a good breakfast. we had bacon, sausages, pancakes, toast, waffles, biscuits, fruit, milk, juice, and coffee for the grown ups.