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Kylie;
I threw on a pair of sweatpants, an old pair of cream colored Uggs, and a white t-shirt. Grabbing my fake glasses and slipping them on, I went downstairs into the kitchen, looking through the refrigerator for something to eat. "Cereal? No. . . Poptart? No. . ." I glanced through my options, talking to myself. Finally just deciding on a glass of Orange Juice. I washed the glass and left it too dry. Grazing my eyes over the empty house, I put a hand on my chin in thought. I looked out the window, seeing the beautiful sun pour through, deciding to walk outside. Sure, I was wearing sweatpants, and the sun was beating down, but oh well!

Lily;
After taking another, short, 5 minute nap, I finally got out of bed, sitting on the edge and wiggling my toes. My tiny hands rubbed my tired eyes as I yawned. I jumped off my bed in search of my fuzzy purple slippers. Finding the "SweetiePie" Cupcake print slippers, I slipped them on and walked to my door, opening it and walking it, then closing it quietly. I walked downstairs and into the living room, throwing myself onto the couch and clicking on the T.V.

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Lucas Jackson
Luke awoke to a weight being pressed into his right leg. "Ow...Stop that." He muttered, barely awake. Yes, it's probably hours past the time he usually gets up, but it was a weekend, so did it really matter? Luke took a deep breath, willing himself to back to sleep, but it just wasn't going to happen. Once he's awake it takes so long to fall back asleep it's not even worth it. Giving a small sigh, Luke sat up, his hair stuck to the back of his neck. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the light flooding in from the window making him to shut them again. Once again, he opened his eyes, forcing them to stay open.

Once his eyes adjusted to the light, which was momentarily, he glanced at his legs. There was Panda Bear, pressing her paws into Luke's leg. Gently, Luke pushed her paws off him so he could stand. He streched and started the task of changing out of his "sleeping clothes". He choose out some light, grey sweatpants and a dark blue t-shirt with a white design on the front. Then he pulled on some socks and headed out his room, to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Luke did his "business" and then began brushing his teeth with the toothbrush he had taken along with him, from his room. Mentaly, he began to sing the "ABC" song, out of habit. After two takes of the song, he spit into the sink and rinised it away. Then he cupped his right hand and filled it with water. Luke brought his hand to his mouth, sipping a little, but not swallowing. He swished the water around and spat it out, it too getting rinised away by the running water. Setting the toothbrush down, he turned off the water.

Luke headed to the kitchen, though not feeling too hungry. He decided against having breakfast. It was late already so he could just have a early lunch in an hour or two. Luke headed towards the front door. There he pulled on shoes and opened the door to find Bently. Glancing behind him, he noticed Panda Bear. Must have been following me the whole time. He thought. Stepping outdoors, Luke held the door open long enogh for Panda Bear to come out too if she wanted. Then he sat beside Bently, laying his arm around his brother's shoulder and squeezed. "Oh, Bently, boy!" He said loudly, practically yelling.

[owl,]

Pai
i looked around below and saw no one, then jmped down to the ground, and quickly looked up, i landed behind someone. i gasped and crawled backwards hoping they didnt see me snecking out.

[zach.]

Ɖαмισи

Иιcɛ тσ Ѧɛɛт Ƴσʋ
Full Name: Damion Black Mitchel
Age: 16
Birthday: May 1st 195
Gender: Male
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Eye Color: Light Green
Hair Color: Blond
Height: 6"7
Weight: 130
Build: Damion is a muscular guy and he is always at the gym. He always as the ladies at hand.
Body Modifications:
Яɛα∂ιиɢ Ƴσʋ ˩ικɛ Δ βσσκ
Personality: Damion is a sweet guy when hew wants to be. Damion is an artist guy and loves drawing and painting.
Damion hates girls that want to be all over him and except him to be their friend. There is an 90o/o that he won't accept. If you just be calm and give him a simple wave or hey or hi you have a 99o/o of him being your friend.
Damion is a quiet guy and doesn't speak his mind very much. Damion has a kind of talk that has a whine to it like. "Mom!" In a whiny type of voice because the girls fall for it all the time.
Damion loves in M3P and would die without it and his phone. Damion is always searching for girls because he can never keep one.
Damion loves animals but his favorite animal is a dog because he just has a dog personality. Damion whips his hair to get the girls sometimes and he does a simple whip and the girls run over to him.
Your Opinion?: What is your opinion on the new family moving in?
"Eh I guess it's okay so yes."
History: When Damion was about 5 or 4 his parents would kiss and they would have a wonderful life together. When Damion was 10 his parents starting fighting a lot and he would have to run to his room so he wouldn't have to hear the bad language or get with something being threw. Damion went through a lot and he hated it he wished it never happened. Damion hadn't seen his parents for a while and doesn't miss them very much because once they were done fighting he run out and punch his dad and he would get spanking and he would run to his room crying. Before long every time Damion punched or hit his father or mother he would get hit and he began growing bruises and cuts. That's when his parents knew it was time for a divorce.
Parents: Father ||: Beck Mitchell Mother||: Emma Ryan
Siblings: Everyone in the Mitchel and Ryan family.
Crush: No
Girlfriend: No
Fiance: No
Married: Someday
Kids: Maybe
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Phone: [url]=Clicky http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_snjctQ1thHQ/S ... ones-1.gif[/url]
Pet: [url]= http://www.the-pet-forum.com/images/1-i ... pg%20Dozer[/url]
Other: "Your finally done asking questions! I thought it'd never end"

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Ɖαмισи

Иιcɛ тσ Ѧɛɛт Ƴσʋ
Full Name: Damion Black Mitchel
Age: 16
Birthday: May 1st 195
Gender: Male
Ѧιяяσя Ѧιяяσя Ѳи тнɛ Ɯαℓℓ
Eye Color: Light Green
Hair Color: Blond
Height: 6"7
Weight: 130
Build: Damion is a muscular guy and he is always at the gym. He always as the ladies at hand.
Body Modifications:
Яɛα∂ιиɢ Ƴσʋ ˩ικɛ Δ βσσκ
Personality: Damion is a sweet guy when hew wants to be. Damion is an artist guy and loves drawing and painting.
Damion hates girls that want to be all over him and except him to be their friend. There is an 90o/o that he won't accept. If you just be calm and give him a simple wave or hey or hi you have a 99o/o of him being your friend.
Damion is a quiet guy and doesn't speak his mind very much. Damion has a kind of talk that has a whine to it like. "Mom!" In a whiny type of voice because the girls fall for it all the time.
Damion loves in M3P and would die without it and his phone. Damion is always searching for girls because he can never keep one.
Damion loves animals but his favorite animal is a dog because he just has a dog personality. Damion whips his hair to get the girls sometimes and he does a simple whip and the girls run over to him.
Your Opinion?: What is your opinion on the new family moving in?
"Eh I guess it's okay so yes."
History: When Damion was about 5 or 4 his parents would kiss and they would have a wonderful life together. When Damion was 10 his parents starting fighting a lot and he would have to run to his room so he wouldn't have to hear the bad language or get with something being threw. Damion went through a lot and he hated it he wished it never happened. Damion hadn't seen his parents for a while and doesn't miss them very much because once they were done fighting he run out and punch his dad and he would get spanking and he would run to his room crying. Before long every time Damion punched or hit his father or mother he would get hit and he began growing bruises and cuts. That's when his parents knew it was time for a divorce.
Parents: Father ||: Beck Mitchell Mother||: Emma Ryan
Siblings: Everyone in the Mitchel and Ryan family.
Crush: No
Girlfriend: No
Fiance: No
Married: Someday
Kids: Maybe
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Car: [url]Clicky http://weblogsurf.com/wp-content/upload ... martin.jpg[/url]
Phone: [url]Clicky http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_snjctQ1thHQ/S ... ones-1.gif[/url]
Pet: http://www.the-pet-forum.com/images/1-images123010/170px-Shiba_Inu_black-and-tan.jpg%20Dozer
Other: "Your finally done asking questions! Yay!"

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[Smamm]

Bentley Ryan

A few songs had shuffled through by the time Bentley was beginning to bore. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked down at the time on his phone. Ten thirty… the teen thought dully to himself. He began to wonder to himself why he had decided to attempt to meet anyone so early, or at least deemed early to most—Bentley himself wasn’t a very late riser, so ten o’clock was perhaps later than to any other teen his age.

With a shrug, Bent leaned back onto his palms and let his eyes wander over the terrain of his family’s new lawn. The grass was a deeper green than his father would probably care for—he liked things “ship-shape” and “spot on”, so a darker green would surely not do. Sadly this would probably become Bentley’s problem, as he was more or less assigned to yard work as a chore.

The brunette’s deep sea blue eyes had been so busy analyzing his surroundings if it hadn’t been for the click of the door behind him, his brother probably would’ve had the chance to scare the boy out of his pants. "Oh, Bently, boy!" the voice of Lucas greeted Bentley along with the embrace of his brothers’ arm around his shoulders. Saying Lucas was loud would be an understatement, Bentley’s brother was more like boisterous with a blatant way about him and rowdy tone. Bent loved his brother for it, though; and with the influence of his partner in crime, it brought out Bentley’s more daring and outgoing side.

”Bentley boy, huh? That’s a new one…The boy chuckled and nabbed up his brother’s neck in a headlock, beginning a playful noogie. He didn’t hold Lucas there too long, and soon shoved his brother away lightheartedly. Teasing laughter spilled from Bentley, happy to have someone around; being alone wasn’t his style. ”Is anyone else up, or are they all enjoying their day off?” Bentley questioned out of harmless curiosity. He didn’t mind his siblings most of the time, and actually got along with them for the most part; but he probably was the best with Lucas and little Lily.

His peculiar dark eyes moved from his brother back to the yard as a sudden brightness caught Bentley’s attention from the corner of his eye. The sun had been out all along, but now it was as if a cloud partially blocking it’s radiant rays had suddenly passed over as the sunlight beamed down. The light hit the dew upon the fairly fresh grass and made the yard sparkle like a million tiny stars, peeking Bentley’s interest; well, at least for a second before something else caught his eye.

Past their yard, over the street, and into the neighbors lot Bentley saw a figure emerge from the door and step into the outdoors. A few steps later he could tell by the long brown hair and feminine frame this figure was a girl, and about him and his siblings’ age. She was wearing sweatpants and boots, along with a plain white t-shirt to finish the look. Realization hit him a second later; that was the house of his “step mother.” Bentley didn’t mind calling her that, but technically he wasn’t related to even his own family, being adopted and all. But still, he considered them his family, and so he should probably consider the neighbors his step family, right? He didn’t know, but he was gonna go with that.

His eyes followed the girl in sweatpants as he asked Lucas ”Hey, do you know her? That’s that one family, right? That dad got divorced with their mom right?” Bent figured some of the kids had gone with the mom and some with the dad, so maybe this girl was Lucas's sister? He didn't know, and maybe it was weird he was asking, but there wasn't much else to talk about anyway.

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[owl,]

pai
i heard the boys talking about the girl next door and casually walked by them. i looked around cautiously and walked across the lawn and over to a tree and sat against it and pulled out my phone and pretended to text someone, i hated it at this house

[flufferpie]

Ella walked outside and saw some of the guys were out there. She didn't really know how to make contact at the moment, so she merely sat on the front porch. She brushed her fingers through her hair. It was breezy and sunny today, her least favorite type of weather. She flattened out her shorts and set her mug down on the porch.

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Lucas Jackson
Luke looked as his brother. "Well I didn't see anyone else up. if anything you were up before me." He said answering his brothers first question. Noticing Bently's gaze move towards the house next door; his other house. Well, it wasn't necessarily his house, but his mother's house either way. he stared at the girl for moment, mentaly racking his brain for memories from before the divorce. Luke didn't recall her. It saddened him a little he could remember all his siblings that his mother took. Actaully, he didn't remember any of them. He sighed, looking over at Bently.

Bently's question made him think again if he remembered the girl. Any yet again, he couldn't remember her. "No, I don't remember her... Isn't that sad? All the siblings my mom took I can't even remember... We should go over there." Luke said petting Panda Bear's head. "We could ask for her name. Maybe it'll spark my memory." He suggested. "While we're at it we could meet the whole family... That is if you want."

Actaully, that was only part the reason Luke wanted to go over there. He wanted to his mom. Not that he was expecting a lovely, dramatic mother-son moment. Just wanted to see how it's been, how many kids she had now. Luke had always been a mommy's boy. Just now he doesn't think of Emma as his mothers. Emma Taylor is just a memory, a memory he lost but is coming back. He perfered Amelia.

[[Sorry, had a little bit of writer's block.]]

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{Oh guys, I was asked a question about how the characters would date, if they are all somewhat related, so I redid the last paragraph of the plot. }

Lily;
I looked over and saw both my brothers, chatting away. Wanting to wish them a good morning, like I always did, I lifted myself off the couch and walked over too them, "Good morning!" I said, a large smile on my face, "how did you guys sleep?" I asked, rocking on my heels.

Kylie;
I continued to walk down my houses large, walk path that lead to and from the actual sidewalk. Bringing a hand up to my mouth too cover up a yawn, you never knew if someone was watching you! I thought to myself about a few things, where I was actually going, if I was meeting someone, and what I was doing afterwords. Okay. . I thought too myself, my eyes gazing from the trees to the sky, back to the ground, and so on. Where am I going? Um, I don't know yet. . The park? Nah. . Coffee shop? I don't want coffee right now. Just plainly walking? Sure. I looked around me, self conscious that someone could hear my thoughts, or could plainly tell I was thinking -- or more like talking -- to myself.