"Stop IT!" , Marisa exclaimed, while putting her black silky hair in a tight bun. "Uhhhhh", Marisa said. God Help me, Marisa thought. "I SWEAR!" , Marisa exclaimed. "GIVE ME BACK MY FREAKING TOWEL!" She screamed. Her brother giggled. That got her really pissed off. She ran butt naked and followed her little brother, Adam, all the way downstairs, into the kitchen where he couldn't open the door so easily. She ran, and grabbed her brother before he opened the door and threw her towel out into the pool. "Phew", Marisa thought. She gasped for breath. She put her hands down on her on knees and breathed in. She looked down at herself. She was soaking wet. She was done a shower and for some reason her brother just ran off with it. "Brothers these days, they are so annoying", Marisa thought. She sighed. She walked back to the bathroom and dried herself off. She put on some skinny blue jeans, with a T-shirt that said, "3 Myself!" and had peace signs and hearts all over it. Thing that's weird is that it's on black T-shirt. Like her mother, Molly, she had a slender shape. But like her Father, Steve, she had a warm, comforting smile. She always thinks she is ugly but she always notices how the boys stare at her. That's what makes her feel like a weirdo. She has but only one loyal best friend, Marcy. They usually talk on the phone, or on Facebook, or at school. Marcy lives about 55 miles from her house so that are why she can't come over to her house and that's why I can't go to her house. But Marcy said that she was moving to a house right next to my street. When she said that I literally screamed of joy, we can finally go to each other's houses. "Come on ", my mother yelled, "It's time for school!" Marisa yelled, "Ok. I'm coming!" She grabbed her backpack, dreading the heaviness, and plopped it on her back. I rushed downstairs; worried I was going to miss the bus. But nope, the bus was there, ready and making that weird, bumpy noise again. I groaned. I found Marcy on the back seat. I sat down beside her and some relief washed over me with the weight of the backpack almost gone. The bus roared to life, and by the record it technically sounded like the parts of the bus was falling out; but anyway the bus roared to life and it started moving to school. I just have a feeling something bad is happening today.

... ILL NEVER FINISH DIS CARES