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~I was nineteen years old when I met the devil. He had no pitch fork, horns, or tail. He didn’t look like a devil one bit.
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Hi my name is Alanna Jacobs, my friends and family just call me AJ. I am eighteen years old right now, and a senior at Liberty High School in Florida. I do cheerleading and volleyball. I have been accepted to Harvard University in Massachusetts, and my parents determined that I should take the offer because it’s extremely tough to be accepted into Harvard, and only so many get accepted. My parents just wants the best for me, and I don’t blame them, but intermittently it can get aggravating. They would always make sure I joined into student council, honor classes, and become class officer, and student body president. Now you can see why I get annoyed. I am known as a leader at my school, well that’s what the teachers all tell me. My parents want me to be basically a perfectionist, which I strongly disagree because no one can be perfect. I am favored by them out of my siblings. My older brother, only by a few minutes, Gale can be impulsive, which can get him in a lot of trouble, and he is careless about school. My younger sister Lacy, eleven years old, can be deceitful, and ignorant. And then there is my youngest sibling Maxwell, seven years old, he is very docile. Maxwell tries his best to gain our parent’s attention, but they are mostly concentrating on me, since I am the one most likely to gain success in the family. I am basically the star in the family, all eyes on me, so I can’t get away with anything. My siblings get jealous of me, and sometimes they are angry at me, but it’s not my fault, it’s not like I asked for this. So that is what is like for me.
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“Kids, get up!” My parents both screeched as they were stomping up the stairs assuming that would wake us up. I got up as usual, and got ready for school. By the time I got down stairs to eat my breakfast my little brother and sister were already eating their toast and eggs. I sat down and started munching on my toast.
“Now, where is your brother?” mom questioned
“I think he is still sleeping” I replied
“He is gonna be late again Louis” mom told dad
“Alright time for the ice” He chuckled
“No don’t torture him” mom declared
“Alright” dad said disappointingly
He scampered up the stairs and flung open Gale’s door. He tip-toed over to Gale’s bed, grasped the bottom of the mattress, and flipped Gale onto the floor. Gale got up rapidly, but he wasn’t very jolly.
“WHAT THE HECK DAD” he wailed and stomped to the bathroom to take a shower.
“YOU DON’T WANT TO BE LATE AGIAN, AND DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME IN THAT TONE!” dad shouted back, as Gale slammed the bathroom door.
Dad wandered back down to the kitchen and sat down next to us.
“Well, that went well” mom told dad
“Yeah” as he stared chuckling
“What did you even do dad?” I asked
“I flipped his mattress and he fell on the ground” as he snicked even more
“I told you not to torture him” mom exclaimed
“Yeah, how else are we supposed to get this kid up” he answered
