My Version of our LPF family!

Okay, I told you guys that id start this so here it is... I need all of my family tho (besides Mum) to PM me with premission so i can write more!

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My father is Chester, my mom had an affair with him as a result of the stress of her three kids already with Rob. I, Fox, am the mistake that happened. Chester took care of me for a few years, when I was around 11-14, with his now ex-wife Sam. He was an awesome dad to me and his son. He would play with us all the time, and he even let us go into the studio with him and I’d play x-box while listening to my fathers’ voice. But after he divorced Sam or Sam divorced him, that part I don’t really know, but my father sent me to live with my mum and my step-dad, Rob.

So here I am, in my little space in my mothers’ house, at 15 years old, with music banging and posters and pictures of Chester in every space possible. My mother, Rav, try to get me to participate with my new family, but I know I’m different, and I don’t fit in with my so-called family.

While the rest of my family plays the drums like THEIR father, Rob, I however, sing and play the guitar. Nobody knows it though. While they think I’m just sitting in here listening to my father screaming into the mic, I scream with him and match him perfectly. I guess I have inherited my fathers singing talent.

sure, maybe! thanks guys! Do i have Your premission Phi?!

*cough Woody and fribby need to give premission too COUGH*

Hey, I am assuming since she responded to your post and didn't say anything negative about it then that's probably a yes - permission granted. If she had a problem with it I think she would have said something by now. *wink*

Can't wait for more... very direct. :thumbsup:

well you have mine lol

like your avy btw Rav

While I was in the middle of a song, I heard Rob yelling at me through the postered door of my bedroom. “FOX! Get out here now!” I heard him yelling through my door. I slowly decided not to fight yet, because I hadn’t slept all night. “What do YOU want?” I asked as I opened the door.

“Don’t you talk to me in that tone. You’re late for school again! Plus you’re going to make your brother and sisters late for school. Now get your stuff. We are going.” He said.

While I rummaged around my room for my bag and books, the whining of my sisters could be heard and the shouts from my brother Vi for them to shut up and sit still. Vi was the oldest out of us all, and acted more like a father than an older brother. Me, one of my sisters, pushed Rob aside, whom was standing in my doorway, and rushed into my room. “Fox!! You’d better hurry up. I have to get to school ON TIME! Unlike you, I care about it.” I stood up to face my sister. “Shut up you twit. If you don’t get out of my room in ten seconds, I’ll hit you so hard that Mum will feel it.” I growled, staring at her. I could see that she attempted to stand her ground with her younger sister, until I cracked my knuckles and she left. Rob made way for her, then he looked at me, “Why do you have to fight all the time?” he asked. I didn’t answer and returned to finding my books. Once I had everything, I looked around and grabbed my songbook.

In school, I skipped gym, math, and literature. I instead went into the bathroom to have some quiet time that I could use to my advantage by writing. After my “gym” class, I went to my history class and my sister Sarah, Mels’ twin, was there. Sarah was in a sophomore class because she had failed it last year and had to take it over again. We suffered through the droning sounds of our teachers monotone teacher going on and on about the Civil War. There was no point of him trying to teach us more about it because we have learned the same thing for that past four years! Then, it was onto Advanced Biology, the only class that I enjoyed to be in. For one reason, none of my other siblings had ever got advanced bio. The other reason was that we could mess with chemicals.

After school, Vi, Mel, Sarah, and me met together to meet our mother in the parking lot. Then, Vi looked at me and said, “So Fox, when is your band practicing next? I really want to see how good ya’ll are.” I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked at my brother, for some reason, I had a feeling he knew that I had been sneaking out to go to my bands’ practice and he knew about my singing. “Um…Vi,” said Mel, “ She isn’t in a band.” Oh!” said Vi, looking shocked, “ for some odd reason I thought she was.” He said, still looking at me and grinning.

I'm mean? And you're gonna kick your daddy's ass???

haha

Who's MissPiggy's daddy in all this? 0_o

Anyway, Fox, I loved it. I'd be happy reading it all day (if there was more) but when you update I'll be even more happy... happier...?

Excellent. Great work! :thumbsup:

*hugs*

-Rav

(Edit - just figured the answer out - read MissPiggy's sig - *slaps forehead* Like, D'uh, Rave! Hehehe)

hey this wasn't supposed to come out!

*innocent face*

lol what can I say? my response in the story was obviously not my writing haha

hey I thought that was MY secret talent!

well I guess it runs in the family XD