Angie Lockwood

It is another day at the Lockwood residence. The kids are running down; frustrated that they won't make the bus. Mom is running and making breakfast; all dressed up. Dad is tying his tie and running down the stairs. They both need to be at the hospital in half an hour. They are both doctors. I am already prepared; ready for school.

"Archie, eat your breakfast right now!" mom screams on my little brother, who has some kind of allergy to eating. Who hates food, right? At least he is a musical genius; so that's good.

"Alex, why are you taking more cereal? You almost have half of the packet in your bowl already," says dad; trying to finish his own breakfast. He is Archie's twin brother; who loves cereal way too much. I don't get him either. At least, he is an artist. He draws mangas.

"Amy, are you sleeping?" I ask my sister from the living room. She is a computer genius and usually stays up all night doing things in a computer. I appreciate her; but sometimes, I really don't understand what she does. Who sleeps on a breakfast table?

And, I am Angie; the oldest of them all. Even with these maniacs, I find a way to lead a simple life; at least I try to.