Name: Macy Victoria Roberts
Age: 13 years old
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Light brown
Skin color: Tan
Parents: Nikki and Brandon Roberts ages: 33
Siblings: TWINS
Cassandra "Casey" Renee (female)
Ryan Augustus (male)
Personalities:
Macy
-Plays flute + piano
-Overdramatic
-Obsessed with fashion
-Gets jealous easily
-Very sweet and empathetic.
-Revolves towards her father. She is a talented singer like her mother and is interested in the arts of dance.
Ryan
-Smart
-Sporty
-Plays piano
-Funny
-Has a sweet spot for animals
-Very kind towards Casey and is a momma's boy.
-He is Macy's wingman when it comes to fashion.
Casey
-Doesn't care that much about clothes or popularity (even thought she is)
-She's very kind toward Ryan.
-She loves photography
-She hates wearing dresses.
-Loves going to the movies (like a lot)
-Plays drums + guitar
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Okay guys! This is non edited so please STOP it with the corrections because they drive me crazy. It's almost like a slap to the face since I put a lot of effort writing this and it seems to me that the only think you see is a mistake so STOP!!
"No, no, no!" I exclaimed in utter frustration. I threw both the green and pink dress onto my bed.
"God, Macy. Calm down. It's just a dinner. It's not like you're going on the red carpet," Casey said nonchalantly chipping the blue nailpolish I expertly put on her nails this morning.
"Calm down?? CALM DOWN?? This is actually an IMPORTANT dinner, you know. That Mr. Walters guy that invited us might actually let dad manage the entire hospital. That's HUGE!! We need to be absolutely flawless in front of that guy," I reasoned while finally settling on the nice Vera Wang red dress. But what heels will match it?
"Get Ryan in here so he can choose which color heels match the dress," I demanded. Casey rolled her hazel eyes and exited my room. Did I ever introduce myself?
My name is Macy Roberts. I am the first child of my parents and as you can see here, I make everything a big deal. Even when it really isn't. And it's not my fault. I also want to become one of those pop artists that you see on MTV. Just like my mom. That's when Ryan barged into my room.
"That dress looks absolutely HIDEOUS on you. Here," he grabbed the green dress from my closet and tossed it to me, "this one compliments your color." He collapsed on my pink chair in his denim jeans and a baby blue buttoned shirt. His hazel hair was perfectly messy, which looked really nice.
"Thanks Ry. Now which shoes will match it?" I laid out some white heels and a green pair that sort of was the same shade of green the dress was.
"White. Definitely," he plopped off my chair and went downstairs. I quickly changed and put my hair in curls. I clip clopped downstairs where my mom was putting on some lipstick in front of the living room mirror. She looked beautiful in a nice yellow dress with white pearls and her hair in a perfect bun with her curled chocolare hair coming out of it.
"Oh, Macy, you look so pretty," she swept a strand of my hair out of my eyes with her hand.
"Thanks, mom," I said, "Where's dad?"
"In my room. I told him he missed a spot while shaving and to go back in there. He's sometimes so gullible," she chuckles. I've always loved my mom's laugh.
"Okay. Be right back," I state as I make my way to him. As I enter his room, I see him examining himself in the mirror.
"How did I miss a spot? Do you see anything, mousy?" I love and hate it when dad calls me that. When I was born, I had a lot of wispy tan hair that resembled mouse hair. Not the prettiest nickname but it has lots of value in my relationship with dad.
"Haha, mom tricked you. Again!" I giggled.
"I swear, your mother will be the death of me," he gives me his white smile.
"Well, hurry up 'cuz it's almost six," I warned him playfully and skitted to the couch, texting my BFF Riley Smith.
Riley is super awesome. She always has my back and keeps me up with the latest on my crush, Josh McRaven and my enemy, McKenna Hollister.
Calling McKenna a mean girl is an understatement. She is a RATCHET vulture with $600 hair extensions and a new iPhone 6. She will do anything to ruin my life...and I haven't done anything at all to her.
It all started in third grade. It was my first day of school and I couldn't wait to possibly be assigned seats next to Josh but guess what? This long-haired blonde girl waltzed in the classroom like she was the queen of Redcreek Elementary. And unfortunately, she was. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see some blonde lady (who looked a lot like McKenna) arguing with my mom outside in the hallway. Then dad comes in to defend mom or something, and they leave.
Although I was too young to pay attention to that, I have some gut feeling that my parents have something to do with my rivalry with McKenna.
More dirt about McKenna later!
On to Josh. *SIgh*
Josh is this super hot guy at school. He has light mocha hair that is wavy and the lightest blue eyes with a great laugh. He is so nice to everyone and can pass as Ben Bower's younger twin brother. Squeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! And I think he knows that I'm alive. Maybe...
"Alright, guys! Get in the car," Mom announced.
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OMG! The dinner was a complete disaster. Poor dad! He looked so traumatized. And it was partly my fault. It all started when we got to this super fancy restaurant. Mr. Walters, bald and old, was there already shook hands with dad and met mom.
Ryan, Casey, and I were being the polite good-mannered kids until I needed to go to the bathhroom.
"I'll be right back," I told Casey and bolted. Once I got to the exclusive restroom, I couldn't help but play around with the blissfully-smelling lotions which were lemon-vendetta scented. I must've been there for at least ten minutes acting like fool who loves creams until this weird lady enters the bathroom and stares at me.
Not one of those usual stares people give you when you look like an idiot. This woman had her icy blue eyes glued on me. That's when she snapped out of it and spoke.
"So...you must be Nikki and Brandon's daughter," she slyly smirked evil-like. Almost like McKenna's evil-like smirk.
"Uh...yeah?" I wearily replied back to this stalkerish lady. How did she know who I was? And how did she know parent's names??? Should I stay or run as fast as I can back to the table?
"I'm um...there uh...insurance agent. I need to speak to them. Do you know where they are?" She plastered a smile on her face.
Phew! I felt relief swallow me. I thought this girl was some crazy stalker.
"Sure! They're talking with this bald guy almost at the back of the building," I explained. She pretty much ran out of the bathroom like her hair was on fire. Hmmph, whatever, I thought.
Little did I know that I had made a big mistake!
Once I got back from my little trip, I find mom in tears, dad as angry as can be, Ryan and Casey speechless, and Mr. Walters bewildered.
"If this is how you treat other people, I don't need someone like you running MY hopital," he huffed, disappointingly.
"But, sir," dad started out but was interrupted.
"No buts! Good day to you, Mr. Roberts," he put his hat on his stupid bald head and left. Dad just stood there, stunned. Mom started crying. What just went on?
"Mom, what happened?" I asked but she shushed me.
"Nothing, Macy. Let's go," she took a hold of us three.
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I tiptoed near mom and dad's room at night and listened intently.
"What the hell was she doing there?" Dad spoke to mom in a hurt but very irritating way.
"I don't know, Brandon. Listen, this is getting out of hand and serious. Why don't we just get a restraining order?" Mom offered. Restraining order? For who?
"That's not gonna work, Nikki! They don't think MacKenzie's bad news. We need to take action, okay?"
"But how?" Mom questions.
"I don't know but I'll think of something. It's late. We should go to bed," dad tells mom and the lights go out.
A million questions were buzzing in my head as I walked back to my room. Who's MacKenzie? What did she do? How do my parents know her? What is dad gonna do?
-Written on Saturday, August 30th in my bedroom-