The Grand Canyon and Meteor Site!

“I should have never eaten that Kit Kat bar.” As my stomach growled fiercely, I wrapped my arms around my mid section, trying to keep my insides where they belong. My sister, Anastasia, sat as far away from me as she could, with her long tan legs crisscrossed. To all my brothers’ friends Anastasia was a roman goddess. She is tall, athletic, and blonde. Well, not technically blonde. Her hair is brown with blonde highlights. I can name a few fellows who have tried, and unsuccessfully, to impressed my sister. But she is strong and has a mind of her own. My brother, Jackson, is the exact opposite of my sister. I sometimes think he was adopted but my theory proves wrong because my mother has a birth certificate. Jackson has brown hair and blue eyes and strong figure. He has shares my smile and cheeks and is extremely laid back. He likes to bully Anastasia for the fun of it. He is also very disgusting. He never cleans his room, brushes his hair or teeth, wears clean socks or stays organized. I understand he is a 16 year old boy but the way he lives is just nasty. Poncho, our family friend, came with us and was sleeping soundly in the back seat, earphones plastered to his head. It sounded like he was listening to Van Halen. Poncho has been a bachelor for a while and will probably stay that way. If he would marry it would be his beaten up, dingy guitar. My father’s eyes were glued to the road while in a deep conversation with my red-headed, wacky, warm-hearted mother. People used to tell my mom that I looked exactly like her, and I do. I have her smile, personality and genuine love towards people. “Hey everybody lets sing Christmas Carols!” My mother yells at us, even though we can hear her in our small-spaced van. To please my mom and her high-spirited soul I sang along trying hard not to think of the Kit Kat that was singing with me.