I remember one day during the summer just before I started my freshmen year of high school, me, my three siblings, and Myrah went swimming in our little pond in the front yard. Laura, the sibling closest in age to me, was nine. She was a very scrawny girl with blonde hair and an attitude of a teenager. Sean, the next closest, was seven. He too was scrawny but he had the blondest hair I’d ever seen. His hair was almost white and he was so tan from playing outside all summer. Then there was Marissa, the baby of the family. She, along with the rest of us, was scrawny and had hair almost the same color as Laura. Marissa was very sweet and cared a lot for people.
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