Essays scared Sherman. Not the ones for history class, quite naturally, history class was a cinch for him for some rather obvious reasons. No, no, no. The essay that was due was for English, under the topic of 'creative writing.' The subject for the essay in question? 'Describe your family in an essay of 500-700 words.'
Easier said than done Mr Serrell. Way easier said than done.
Sherman tossed himself on top of his bed, taking a deep breath out. Was this writer's block? It might have been... not that it was going to help write the essay any faster or anything. Grudgingly, Sherman got back up and walked over to his computer. No time like the present, right?
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My family is... different, to say the least. Not that long ago it was just Mr Peabody and I. We were very happy with each other's company, and we hardly ever got into fights. But our whole world changed when I... sort of destroyed the fabric of space and time. It's a really long story, and maybe someone will pick it up eventually, so I'll spare the details for now. Oh, and you're welcome, without my brilliant idea to save the universe, we wouldn't have today or tomorrow... or the past when I think of it. So, like I said, you're welcome.
Regardless, our small 'family' grew recently. It began when I thought back to the day that Mr Peabody adopted me. I wanted to know who my mother was, but Mr Peabody had pointed out that since he found me in an abandoned alley, there was no way to tell who left me there. Let alone find a way to trace whoever had just left a small, defenseless child alone in the world in heavy rain. But there was still... something... missing. That day when I asked Mr Peabody about it, it was the first time I had ever thought that way. I think this struck a cord with Mr Peabody as well, because he started looking for a mom for me. Bear in mind, I didn't ask him to, and I'm not quite sure what he was thinking, but he did it any way.
Mr Peabody looked every where for a woman that I could use for a mother figure. He even starting using a few dating sites. The result from that was... interesting, to say the least. But with all his looking, he didn't realize that the one he was really looking for was right there in front of him. Metaphorically, mostly, but it's true. At the same time Mr Peabody was looking for a mother for me, a lady named Jane Barlow was finding someone to adopt her baby, Eleanor. Jane didn't want to be a mother, apparently something bad happened that led to Eleanor's birth. Mr Peabody said he'd tell me when I'm older, but I still ask about it. Some times it's just fun to pester him with a thousand and one questions.
Jane and Mr Peabody ran into each other often until Jane finally asked Mr Peabody if he would adopt Eleanor, like he had done with me. At this point, they had ran into each other often enough that they knew enough about each other that Mr Peabody refused at first. He knew that if Jane gave up Eleanor, she would never be happy, even though she thought she would be. A few days went by and Mr Peabody approached Jane with an idea; he would adopt Eleanor, only if Jane would be my mother. Shocked as she was, Jane accepted. She knew that Eleanor loved me, and (in her own way) Jane loved me too. After that, Mr Peabody and Jane signed some papers that said that they were 'legally joined,' but not married. We had a big party for them, but it wasn't a wedding. It was more like a party where everyone dressed up to watch a dog and human sign paperwork. It was boring.
Now, Jane and Eleanor live with us. I like having Eleanor as a sister, even though she isn't really. Jane is really fun to have around when Mr Peabody has to go to a conference out of town, or some other place where he can't take me with him. Together, we're a new kind of nuclear family. We're different, but we get along like any other family would. What makes us different from your family? What makes us different from a family with two fathers? Or a family that only has a single parent? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I think we're perfect, and no matter what you do, it's going to stay like that for a long time.