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Okay, so anyways let me tell you this. My name is Lucy Marie Jones. I am 15 right now, well actually I'll be 15 on June 26, but as of right now I say I am 15, seeing as today is the 6th. (20 days, baby!) I have 3 brothers, 3 sisters, and a little-brother to be inside my mother's stomach. Their names are Jonathan, Carter, Shane, Marilyn, Alyson, Brooke, and an almost-Nathaniel. Brooke and Carter are twins, so are Marilyn and Alyson (Or Mari and Aly). You know, seeing as I have 8 (OK 7 if you don't count the little nose-picker that's taking residence inside of Mom) I don't really mind not having a twin. Because then we would fit into all the same clothes, shoes, everything...like the same bands, think the same boys are cute, etc. Fights, fights, fights, over everything. Except for Brooke and Carter...seeing as they are the opposite sex.
But, enough of my family. I have curly brown hair, well actually they're banana curls, blue eyes, and a lot of freckles. I live in Tiverton, Rhode Island, right along the Sakonnet River. I am a major Red Sox fan. Major. And I have a best friend. Eloise Smithson. (Or Ellie) Our parents are best friends too. But now that I've told you everything you need to know about me as of right now, let's get on with the story. Oh, but first let me add this: I have O.J.B.D. Obsessive Jonas Brothers Disorder.
Okay, so it was a typical Saturday morning in many ways. The sun came in right through my window, and made one side of my face all warm. Now, I'm not exactly a heavy sleeper...and I'm not a light one. So I didn't wake up at the warm feeling on my cheek, but I did when Grace came flying out of nowhere abnd jumped on me.
"AHHH!" I screamed. I jumped out of bed, and Brooke went flying off of me. She stood up shakily and looked at me. Now, this makes me look like a dog, but when I don't undestand something I tilt my head to the side and stare at a person. This is exactly what I did.
"Mommy says you needs to gets upp, and come dowstahs." said Brooke. Uhmm, yeah Brooke is only 3 and she can't speak very well. Neither can Carter but he's somewhat better.
"Okay, twerp. Want me to carry you?" I asked. It was a stupid question, I knew she would. Without answering me she jumped on my back and said "Go horsie horsie, go!" I laughed and trotted down the stairs into the kitchen.
I let Brooke slide off of my back into a chair, and turned around. I sat down in between Shane and Mari (It's pronounced just like Mary, just spelled with an I since her real name is Marilyn) As I looked around me I noticed everyone was tense, and my parents were looking kind of gloomy. My Nana and Papa, who also live with us, looked a bit sad too. What is wrong with the world? It was the day after school got out, and people were sad?
"Okay, uhmm...well what's going on?" I asked. I gave Shane one of those 'This can't be good looks' and he gave me a 'Tell me about it' look back. Shane and I are like practically best friends. We're the same age, except he's nine months older. I was conceived right after he was born, but hey I won't go into details. Anyways, yeah. I help Shane with girl problems, and he helps me with boys. Of course, the worst thing he's done to me is wear my bra around the house when his wicked hott friend James was here. So not cool.
"Well, honey we kind of have some bad news." Mom started. Did I mention she has a British accent? Well, yeah she does. She's from England. "You see, your father's job has asked him to transfer. To California."
"What?" Shane and I said at the same time. My mom looked at us and nodded sadly. I couldn't believe it. I had to leave everything I've ever known behind, and not to mention Ellie.
