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Athemes Gonagee was her name, a sweet eleven year old girl, growing up in a very difficult world. It was her twelth birthday on Saturday, the ninteenth.
Athemes sat at the foot of her bed, watching her television. It was Jimmy Neutron. She stared at the television set, determined to catch every bit of what was going on inside of it. To her dissapointment, her mother called up to her. "Come on Athemes, help me set the table." She was mad, she was so mad that she would miss the last time they were to play that episode. And if she didn't go down and help her mother set the table, oh she would just be in so much trouble. Athemes shut off the tv, and reluctantly, went downstairs to help her mother set the table. "Thanks mom, now I'll miss that episode, Again!" Said Athemes, when she finally got into the dining room. "Don't talk to me like that, now set that table, while I cook supper. "Why couldn't she just have had Chelse do it?" Athemes whispered to herself. "Chelse, dear, it's time for dinner." Her mother yelled. Athemes could hear her sister thomping down the stairs. "Hi sissy, what are you up to?" Asked Chelse. "What does it look like?." Said Athemes. Chelse, a five year old crybaby, started crying , and ran to their mother saying, "Mommy, mommy, Athemes was mean to me!" "What a crybaby." Thought Athemes. "Don't you say a word to her!" Said Athemes mother. Athemes rolled her eyes, and put down more plates. "Now answer her, now,...Nicely!" Said Athemes mother. "I'm setting the table, Chelse." "Good, I don't wanna do it!" Said Chelse. "Ohh, that little brat!" Thought Athemes. "Why don't you go yelling at her?" Said Athemes. "Oh you, shush, she's a little girl, you're not, get over it." Athemes heard the sounds of her, baby brother crying. "Oh will you go get your brother, Athemes, I think he needs to be changed. "Fine, but I'm not changing him!" Said Athemes. "Fine." Said Athemes mother. Athemes rushed to get her brother, so the crying would stop. Having a five year, old sister, and a nine month old baby brother, wasn't much amusement. "If omly I knew my father." Thought Athemes. "I could spend time with him, instead of these dumb babys." Athemes could smell the gross stew, that they were having for dinner. "Atleast I don't have to smell baby shit." She whispered to herself. She grabbed her brother Sage, and took him to the changing station in his bathroom...to think, a baby had his own bathroom!
Sage kept crying. "Oh boo hoo..shut up, you stupid git!" Said Athemes. Athemes mother had just walked into the room. "ATHEMES! DO NOT, I REPEAT.. DO NOT TALK TO YOUR BROTHER LIKE THAT!" She said. "I just don't know what has gotten into you!" "Oh poo..he's just a little brother..that's 9 month's old! What does he know?" Thought Athemes..she thought it better to keep to herself.
Athemes family was complicated..very complicated. Athemes was the only one that had a different father, his name was Neal Gonagee. She had never met her father..but she was told he was very nice. He left her and her mother when she was 12 months old. now her being eleven..turning twelve, she had become much more anxious! She had wondered about him..ALOT! Chelse's last name was Shaw. Chelse Morann Shaw. Sage's was Shaw also. Sage Christopher-John Shaw. Her mother had remarried to Derek Richun Shaw, when she was about 6. She had always liked him..he was sorta like a dream father. He was nice, funny, and always made good jokes..unlike someone she knew...cough Mom cough He was good at making things...even better than mom! He played games with everyone..and if he made a promise..he always kept it!