The Coxes

A White Christmas: Danielle

One upon a time there were two beautiful girls. They both looked like each other, with their long raven black hair and their almost pale skin, but the only you can tell the difference between them, is their eye color. One little girl had blue eyes, and the other little girl had green eyes. The little girl with the blue eyes is the younger of the two, and her parents named her Abby Cox. The little girl with green eyes was the older of the two, and her parents named her Danielle Cox.

Abby and Danielle were the best of friends -- even though they're sisters. They would never leave each other's side, and not matter how hard you try and tear them apart, they would somehow find a way to be back together again. But something did almost split the two girls apart. Just that one little thing, and it made the girls' sort of . . . drift away from each other for a few months. That was, until they both had found something about their family.

Secrets.

Oh, it's nothing like an average family secrets. It is much, much worse.

They also found something else than secrets.

Lies and betrayals.

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It was Christmas time and I looked outside of the window. It was snowing right now. Little flakes of snow slowly drop onto the ground and onto the trees and bushes, and cars and houses, covering all of the green color up, and roofs of cars and homes. It almost looked like a white Christmas out there. That was our theme this year. A white Christmas.

Every year for Christmas we could come up with a theme for the house so we know what to decorate it, and this year, it was the white Christmas theme. I had came up with the idea myself. Thank you very much.

I was just about to put my last Christmas present I had bought under the Christmas tree, but then I heard a dog barking. It was like barking at the top of it's lungs. Like it wanted attention or something, and it probably did.

I set the present down underneath the Christmas tree and then turn around and see a German Shepard running towards me --  at full speed.

I opened my arms and said, "Guinness!" and then he tackled me down and started to lick my face, my neck, my arms, and well, everywhere. I laughed and then pushed him off. He stood back, panting with his tongue hanging out on the side of his mouth. I laughed again.

Guinness was a full bred German Shepard. I, well, we, -- I had asked for him -- had got him for our birthdays when we were five. It was kind of weird actually, on our birthday list, we didn't want a pony or anything girlie like that (even though we could afford it), we just wanted a puppy, so we got on for our birthdays.

Guinness is the best friend anyone could've asked for, even though he's a dog. He's the only person I can tell my secrets to, well, I can tell my secrets to my sister, but whatever. Anyway, as I was saying, he's loyal, he's caring, he's protective, he's fun, he's loving and cute! He was so adorable when he was a baby! Er I mean puppy. Oh, whatever, it's the same thing.  Some how.

"Danielle!" I hear mother yell. She comes down the dark wooden stair case and sees me laying, splattered on the floor with Guinness sitting next to me with his mouth open. She looks at me, and then she looks at the dog. She shakes her head and then laughs.

See, this is why I like my mother, she's nice, she's sweet, she's caring, she's awesome. If you asked me to explain my mom in one word, that would be kind of hard. Well, I guess not, the one word you can describe her is: perfect.

Now if you asked me about my father . . . well, that's another story.

"Hey, mom," I said and started to pet Guinness. "What did you come down here for?" I asked her as she walked down the dark wooden floors. Which, were by the way, expensive.