This is a sample of a story I might put up if you like the sample. It is told mostly from the perspective of Acantha, Danny and Sam's youngest daughter. So review if you want to see the actual story. :)
I walked across the grass calmly. One destination in mind, as small meadow with a nice tree that I could sit against. Finding it I dumped my backpack on the ground and sank into the grass. I relaxed absorbing the sun for a moment before opening my eyes an retrieving my backpack, I pulled it onto my lap and pawed in the middle pocket to find my sparkly pen.
"It's in the bottom, dur teh der," I muttered to myself. It was in the corner. Pushed between my copy of Red Moon at Sharpsburg and my chemistry textbook. I retrieved it with a wicked smile. Finally some emotional release. Aunt Jazz had recommended that I keep some forum of journal whenever she come to visit.
I balanced the pen between my index finger and thumb before opening the secret compartment. My journal was hidden from view because you couldn't see it thru the purple sparkly gel stuff in the middle of the pen. I pulled the stick out that was as thick as my pinkies pushed together and just as long. It was white and the glowing seams showed me it was charged and ready. I pushed the edges together and my automated message came on.
This is Acantha Fenton's journal. If this is anyone one of my siblings, that means Echo, Willow, Chrysanthums, or Amaranth, yeah I used you full names. That means I mean business.
Please state your password to continue a girly automated voice chirped.
"Nymph," I sated in a slight monotone.
Welcome back,
"Start new entry" I said. I twirled a piece of my hair.
Recording in three… two… one *beep*
Dear journal, I was thinking about ghostly obsessions today. Mostly about the fact that I do not seem to have one. Well at least one I can see.
Ama, otherwise known at Amaranth, The oldest Fenton. First born of the twins, BTW. Obsession seems to me is finding her 'one true love'. She is in college
Chrys, otherwise known as Chrysanthums,. The second born of the twins. Her obsession is soccer. Onetime Skulker attacked during one of her games and he freaked out and took him down single handed. I was like 3 at the time so I don't really remember it, but that story is always being told so I can visualize it pretty well.
Willow's is more fuzzy to me. I 'think' it might be about for his poetry. But he is such an enigma. He always stays away from his 'littlest sister' as he puts it. He is the most like mom, As in he is sort of Goth
Echo. She doesn't have a nickname that I know of. He obsession seems to be friends. She can't seem to take it of someone doesn't like her. Though if you piss her off you make a enemy. But most people like her.
Than there is me Acantha. I don't really know what mine is. Though I suppose I could ask someone.
My dad has two ghostly obsessions. My Mother Samantha Manson-Fenton and us. And being a hero. Though that could count as 3.
Oh and my cousin Natalie. Well she is sorta like my half sister since her mom is the clone of my dad but we mostly just count her as a cousin. She seems to be obsessed with boys and perfection. That should end well.
I have to go home soon and do my homework. Living in the past sucks.
There was a crack outside of the rig of trees. I saved the journal as stared willing my eyes to allow me to look father.
"Who's there," I yelled. Danny, Sam and Tucker stumbled into the meadow giving me an odd look. They had been listing to my entry. Oh this is bad.