Born and Died 2 Days Apart

Chapter 1: Lyla

I was born on August 10th, 2002. I am 12 now, and a pretty healthy kid I suppose. I live in bright blue house with my family. It is a big house, even though it is only meant for four people.It's two stories, and my bedroom is on the top floor, which means that I'm just so lucky to be able to climb up and down the steep stairs multiple times each day. There are four bathrooms, one connected to each bedroom. The floors are shiny and never squeak, the windows shine and open easily. We even have the light system where all you have to do is clap to turn them on. I have found that rather annoying though, considering whenever we are giving myself or my brother a round of applause for good grades, the lights flicker on and off from our clapping. Even though we have an amazing house, we are not super rich, as people usually think, but we just know how to save all our money up to get big things, or as my mom says, 'for a real issue if a time comes along'. I have my own ways of saving up money too. I babysit around our neighborhood and I normally get about two dollars per three hours, because our neighbors are not rich unlike the people near my school. There's a jar beside my bed that says Savings where whenever I get paid, I put my money in there. I've been babysitting for two years and so far I have $62.36. Unfortunately I'm not an only child even though I wish I was.

At home I have a pesky little brother who is eight, and the most annoying creature you could possibly come across. I say creature, because this kid, Jonathan, is no normal human. I'm not saying he's an alien or anything, he just likes to run around the house screaming like a crazy maniac, which is exactly the thing that a "normal human" would not do. My mom says he's just being a boy, but I don't know about that.

My mother is a beautiful woman. She's kind, smart, reasonable, clever, and very good at cooking. My mother makes delicious meals from pasta, homemade eclairs, vegetable stew, and even salads that anyone would love once you take a bite. She's also very focused. Some days she makes sure I get to school on time not a second too late or too early and some days I catch her reading a book and being so focused on it, that she never gets up to eat or drink, and she doesn't even know what time it is or how long it's been.

My father on the other hand is a very bouncy and wild person. If my mom doesn't shove him out the door, he's always late to work. I would describe him as funny, wild, forgetful, playful, and strong. He pushes me through hard times, and cracks up at his own jokes the rest of the time. I think I know now where my brother gets his personality from. As crazy as they might be, that's my family, all healthy, all beautiful, all mine. Whether I like it or not.

We all have blond hair with a pinch of light brown in it. Jonathan has short, slightly curly hair. I have little waves that go past my shoulder. My mom has straight hair and my dad does too. Our hair goes well with our bright blue eyes.