My name is Scarlett Winchester. Yes, like the rifle. The assignment is to introduce myself. I have never really been good at this. I'm not the kind of person that you really get to know very fast. My family moves around a lot so I don't tend to stay in one place for very long. My mother died when I was five, three years ago, that's when I came to live with my father and my two brothers. Dad's a mechanic. Cars are his life. Our car that we own is a '67 Chevy Impala. My brother Dean guards that car with his life. He calls the Impala his baby. Dean is sixteen right now. He's going into the family business, mechanics. Sammy is the middle child. He does not want to go into the family business. Right now he is twelve years old and he wants nothing to do with mechanics. Dean is an interesting person. He loves his car, he loves girls, he loves dad but he would give his life for Sammy and me. Dad really isn't home much and Dean takes care of us. He feeds us, buys us clothes, drives us places, signs our school work, takes us out for ice cream sometimes, everything that a normal dad would do. Sammy likes to mope. He is a very depressing person these days. All he really does is his homework and read while lying on his bed. He keeps telling me that he's going to college and he's getting away from here. He just wants a normal life. He wants to stop moving around and switching schools. He wants to make friends, go to college, become a lawyer, get married, have kids, and settle down into a nice, normal life. Dad gets mad every time he talks about it. It's not that Dad isn't a nice person, he is just kind of strict and overbearing sometimes and Sammy hates that. Dean told me that ever since his mom died, Dad has been like that. He's been obsessed with keeping us kids safe. I am the youngest, the angel. Dean calls me Honey, Sweetie, Darling, Angel, and a million other terms of endearment that I loathe. Sammy calls me a pain in the ass, a little twerp, and a demon's spawn, all the names that I just laugh at. They both mean the same thing though, they both love me unconditionally and if I ever needed anything at all, I just had to call them and they would come running to help. I love my family with all of my heart and even though I'm the youngest, I would do anything in my power to help them.
Ok, this is the part of the paper that I can't turn into my teacher, I just wanted to write it anyway so that I can remember. Not that I really think I'm going to forget. Dad really isn't a mechanic, he's a hunter. He hunts things that are supernatural. The three of us kids have been raised as soldiers. I can fight, shoot, salt and burn, and kick ass better than most hunters, not to mention better than most kids my age. That's why we move around a lot, we go wherever the job takes dad. Sammy hates the life that dad forced him into when he was six months old. Their mom was killed by a yellow-eyed demon and that was why dad was obsessed with killing the supernatural. He was obsessed with killing the demon that had killed his beloved wife. When I was five, my mom was killed by stupid people who had drunk too much beer. They called it a random act of violence. Dad was called and I was put into his custody. Dean really would die for any of us and so would I. I love this life that I live. Hunting is the best thing ever. I don't think I could ever be a civilian because of the things that I know about the supernatural things out there. All I can do is kill as many of them as I can before they kill me.