It is life; an unwritten tragedy full of dashed hopes and dreams where love seems to exist only in times when it is convenient for people but it is my life all the same. Sitting on the roof watching the sun slowly set over the ocean always gives me a feeling of peace and the hope that someday things might be different. The laughter of children playing on the beach with their parents floods my mind with memories of my own family; memories of love and happiness but also memories that I wish could be forgotten forever. It is always peaceful up on the roof listening to the sound of the waves roll in on the beach below. This has always been my place; the one place where I can come to be alone when I needed to think about things or get away from my family and their nagging.

I grew up in a small town on the coast of New Hampshire. It was the kind of town where everyone knows everything about everyone. Growing up in a town like this made it almost impossible to get away with anything because you could bet that someone would call home before you got there and tell whoever was home what you were doing. The worst part being that everyone knew your family and everything about them. My best friend, Glenn, and I have lived next door to each other since we were in diapers. He and I did everything together, including spending an entire summer building a 3 story tree house in an old oak tree in the empty lot behind our houses with his dad when we were 10. We were always there for each other; I was there for him when his dad was killed in Iraq three years ago and he was there for me every time something happened with me and my sisters. We had made our relationship official over the summer, even with my sisters no dating rule. I could hear the familiar steps behind me as Glenn came to join me on the roof.

"Hey Shorty what happened to bring you up here this morning?" Glenn asked as he sat down next to me, kissing me on my cheek.

"You know that paper we have to write for English," I sighed pulling my long curly jet black hair into a ponytail.

"Yeah. The one we have to write on our family and our life so far. What about it?"

"Well what am I going to write? I have 3 moms and my life is nothing but drama. I have no clue how to write this paper and I am not up for having to present it in front of the class."

"Don't worry about it I am sure you will figure out what to write, and technically Prue is your only mom, Phoebe and Piper are just your sisters."

"True and most of the time they do act more like my sisters," I said smiling I always forgot that he knew more about my family than any of our friends and classmates did. "So I just need to remember the details and all the drama. Then write it all down and make it sound good."

"That's about it I think. That should get you a passing grade."

"God knows I better come home with a passing grade or Prue would freak."

"You have never brought home anything less than an A- Miss. 4.28 GPA as a freshman. You showoff," he laughed playfully pushing my shoulder.

"Hey! You're just as much of a showoff Mr. star athlete of every sport we play," I smiled pushing him over as I lay on his chest and kissed him. He was very muscular from all the days he spent working out with his dad and a second later I found myself on my back staring into his aqua blues eyes reminding me of the ocean.

"Yeah some star athlete who can't win a game of one-on-one against his girlfriend."

"Yeah but we always knew I was the better baller, but some day I might let you win," I replied as I ruffled his shaggy light brown hair. I was going to mention the slight height disadvantage seeing as how at 6'6" I was three inches taller than him, but decided against it.

"Someday," he sighed, "You ready to start your paper."

"Yep. Guess I better just start from the beginning," I sighed as together we stood and headed for my room. I was glad that Glenn had decided to help me; he always remembered the funniest parts of our lives. I sat at the old antique desk in my room; it was yet another hand me down from my sisters. I pulled out my notebook and flipping it open began to write. Soon my pen was dancing across the page recreating all those memories I had tried so hard to forget.