Here's Olivia and Roberto Valdez, daughter and son of Leo and Calypso. They recently underwent a character redesign, so I'm not too sure about them yet. Btw, Robbie is thirteen and Olivia is fifteen.
"Watch out below!"
Marthie Kibitzer looked up from this month's Oprah Magazine when she heard the loud bellow from the odd house across the street. The following crash sent her front porch swing to swinging and her ice water to splashing all over her white Wednesday gardening pants. She looked up in time to see an arc of dirt spray high into the air and land all over the house's yard. She gave an astonished gasp as that lovely young man from the odd house went flying onto the sidewalk.
"Oh, goodness," Mrs. Kibitzer fretted as she stood from the porch swing and walked to the railing to watch the house from behind her rose bush.
The young boy, a handsome child of about eleven or fourteen, stood up and shook his head, sending dirt everywhere. He blearily rubbed his eyes, and blinking, they landed on the source of the explosion. She coul see his body tense from across the street.
"Oliviaaaaaaa!" The boy— wasn't his name Robert?— was seething at something she couldn't see from where she was. Pushing a rose out of her way, she followed his line of vision to the garden he had just earlier been elbow-deep in. A giant, rustic, helicopter blade-looking thing was sticking up from the patch of dirt, and all signs of plant life previously being there were scattered around the yard instead of their neat little rows.
"Sorry!" Mrs. Kibitzer startled at the new voice. She followed it up to the second floor window over the garden. The window was shattered and the white frame was broken and hanging in places. A giant, helicopter blade-looking thing-shaped hole was in the wall. The voice came from that crazy girl who was always making those loud noises from her room late into the night. She and her strange activities were often the topic of conversation at the Sunday brunches Mrs. Kibitzer held for the neighborhood ladies.
Olivia peered through the hole, wary of the glass, and cringed when she saw the totaled garden. The girl opened her mouth, then closed it, and then opened it again to finally say tentatively, "Uh, I can't fix that."
"It wouldn't need to be fixed if you hadn't of broken it!" Her eyes flew straight back to the livid boy standing in the wreckage. "Mom is going to kill you."
The fifteen-year-old glared at him. "Tattletale."
"You know, if you didn't give me so much tale, I would have to tattle," he remarked angrily as he stomped inside. The girl nervously fluttered inside.
Loud shouts of "Mom!" followed the two teenagers inside as they both tried to tell their side of the story first.
Mrs. Kibitzer pursed her lips and went back to her swing. Next door, Maude's curtains shuffled and closed. There would be a lot to talk about come Sunday, she was sure of it.
I hope you liked these two! You asked for them. And if you didn't, go ask for someone on the poll on my profile page. Also, can someone please send me some character ideas for these two. I'm not sure about anything besides their ages and Cabins, and their looks are iffy. (P.S. I was totally imagining Miss Miller from Alvin and the Chipmunks when I was writing Mrs. Kibitzer.)
Basically, Lissy