Well, um . . . hello there. Wait, no, no. That doesn't sound right; too awkward. Hmm, how exactly does one start the story of their life? In all of the stories I've read, usually the main character has had something tragic happen to them. Something has happened that spiced their life up. They have a reason to tell their story. For me? My life has been pretty static; I can't think of anything significant that has happened in the past five or so years. Although it's been pretty uneventful, I can't complain. It's been a good life.
While I may not be the richest kid on the block, I gotta say, I'm pretty fortunate. I live in a small house on the beach with the coolest parents a girl could ask for (more on that later). It's nice being able to just go in my backyard and go swimming; I never have to worry about not having a pool in the summer. It's also just nice to sit back and cast a line sometimes too. It stays pretty humid all during the summer, and the winds blowing off the water in the winter aren't all that pleasant either, but usually it's a very comfortable climate.
The only thing I don't like about our house is that it's so small--I don't even have my own room. It's not too bad though. Dad says that he and Mom barely had a roof over heir head when Mom was pregnant with me.
This is my dad, Cobalt Cloud. He works for the school system. While he's a really nice man, I'm not entirely sure how he and Mom got together. He's the "moody, broody poet-type" (as Mom likes to describe him). Being the shy person that he is, he would rather stay inside and paint or work on his novels. Maybe it was his charm that won her heart. Dad is very old fashioned--very proper. Mom says she's a sucker for his type. Maybe it's just the fact that, like I said, he's a really nice man. I would marry my dad if I could, but that would be kind of weird. Okay, maybe it would be really weird. I think that came out wrong . . . .
Anyway, before I make things weirder than they already are, this is my mom, Persimmon Cloud. Like I said earlier, I'm not sure how she and Dad got together. Mom is really charismatic. She always wants to be out in the sun partying with her friends. Okay, maybe not partying (Dad says she settled down after they got married--how cute), but hanging out and stuff. Mom also likes to garden. I'm not really sure why she decided to go into journalism and not eco-science or something. I think it's because she likes to hear the latest gossip before anyone else.
Well, I could talk about my parents all day, but this is my story. I think it's only fair that I should talk a bit about me. I don't mean to brag, but I feel like I'm pretty smart. I really enjoy school, and I love a challenge that get the wheels in my mind turning. As weird as this sounds, I actually look forward to doing my homework. I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but the thought of testing my knowledge, well, it's riveting!
Did I mention I can play a mean game of chess?
I think after years of watching my dad express his creativity in almost every way possible it rubbed off on me. While I definitely can't recreate the Mona Lisa, I love painting and I think I'm pretty okay at it. Unlike my dad, I don't really like to write novels or sculpt. I've tried both, but the words wouldn't come out right (with this said, you're probably wondering why I'm writing this story; let's just say it's more of a diary) and my clay figures always seemed a little wonky. I don't want to talk about the time Dad tried to get me to write poetry. Anyway, while I can't seem to do anything else artistic, I can definitely make a good painting.
Lastly, probably more than anything else, I love cats. Big, small, cute, or ugly, I love them all. Much to my dismay, I only have one: Lady. She doesn't really have a breed as far as we know, but she's cute and lovable. That's all that really matters to me. I'm hoping that maybe one day soon, we'll get a bigger house. I'll be able to get her a companion then (and maybe some kittens later).
I suppose that's all there really is to know about my home life and personality. Hopefully it will give this, um, story-thing a better background. Maybe.
