But you have to believe me that it's true! Absolutly! I mean, I would never lie about something like this. Would you? I'd never, because I love my parents like crazy.
My dad is Noah Eli Puckerman, and he calls himself a badass', even though my mom keeps reminding him that he's not in high school anymore. Whatever, dad still says that he was cool and everybody was scared of him. Except mom, I think, because when they fight, he's scared of her and not the other way around.
My mom is Rachel Barbra Puckerman, but dad always calls her Berry' or Rach'. Sometimes even Babe', but thats just when nobody hears it. Dad says all the time that names like babe' or so are just for pussys.
Mom is the best ballet dancer I have ever seen, and she taught me since I was three. I'm the only one of my siblings who dances 'cause Eli, my big brother (two years older, he's eighteen) says that dancing is crap, he prefers to rap. Dad thinks it's cool but mom says that that's not music.
So, you already know about Dad, Mom, Eli and- oh yeah, Hannah. She's my little sister, nine years old, and she's just like mom, dad says. Except that she hates ballet.
Me? Well, I'm Miriam Puckerman, sixteen years old. I have black hair, like my father, but my mom's eyes and grandma's mouth. I'm the mix of my family, and Eli can't stop calling me Mixie. Ugh.
Oh, yeah, the story... well, have you ever looked Back to the Future? That movie with Michael J Fox? It's awesome, and I love it. But honestly, if I'd known that I would meet my parents in high school... stop, I'll just tell you the story, okay? Just listen, please.