p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'MV Boli';""Charlie come here right now" her grandfather said. His name was Wilfred Peterson, he was a big man with a bald head and a big bushy mustache and always dressed in too small clothes. "Yes Grandfather" Charlie sighed. She was pretty tall for her age, not to skinny and not too big, lots of dark brown bushy hair she keeps in a raggedy bun, and was fair skinned. "Tell me why you left your bed unclean" he bellowed on. "Sorry I'll clean it up right away." Charlie sighed. When she finished her grandmother her down "Charlie, can you come downstairs please." Her grandmother was a big woman, her name was Barbara. She had hair that sort of looked like a big dark shrub." Coming" Charlie said. She was looking at the calendar she knew today was a special day. When she got downstairs she saw a wonderful birthday cake. It was blue Charlie's favorite color. It was blue everything, "Just like I like it" Charlie exclaimed. They ate than after that it was time for bed. Her grandmother walked in a few minutes later after Charlie was fast asleep Mrs. Peterson said "Charlie, you live for great things" and left. /span/p
