Here is a story I would like to share with you all and considering my name is basically made up of 3 names I'll make it about me and 2 other people...

It was a cold story night as I walked slowly down the wet pavement of my street. The sky was black with thunder clouds blocking all possible means of light. As I walked down the god-forsaken street I watched as the lighting crackled in the sky. Each flash lit up a different corner I was pacing towards. 
Soon enough I was at my house. A small blue place with large black shutters. The door to the cozy little home was cracked open just a smidge. I knew my stupid brother Roosevelt must be home. I pushed my way through the door to hear the shrill scream of a girl. I pushed my way indoors desperately looking for the girl that I had too call my sister. 
I ran into the living room to find my two siblings crouched down the corner trembling with fear. There hands pointing out at an object huddled in the opposite corner. I padded over to the misshapen lump and kicked it forcefully with my foot. 
"GET OUT YOU NASTY HOBO." I cry out.
The hobo stirs and leaps up cursing. He yells at me for waking him up and I simply scoff. "Get out you nasty thing. This is not your house." 
He proceeds to the door mumbling about being unfair. I watch as he leaves the house and I plop down on the old gray couch unscathed. My siblings look dumbfounded at my recent display and stare at me with large eyes for quiet a while. 
"Hey Alissa, Nicole, and Roosevelt can you help me carry in my groceries?" Our mother yells out from the kitchen. 
I smile and brush off the previous incident like it never happened. "Coming mom!" I hollered back to her before strutting into the kitchen extremely happy with my display of awesomeness. 

THE END. 

PS. I swear I'm not crazy and ENJOY THE WORK UP :)
PPS. Perks of Being A Wallflower= BEST MOVIE EVAH</pre>