From:             "Emily Miller " <little.green.man@earthling.net>
Subject:          Before: Sometimes I Think I Live in a Tornado![1/1] E.MILLER
Date sent:        Mon, 27 Oct 1997 19:10:20 -0600

ARCHIVE: Anywhere

DISCLAIMER:Bill, Missy, Dana, and Charles Scully are not mine...

CLASSIFICATION: VA

RATING: G

SUMMARY: An essay about family written by the youngest Scully.

NOTE: See my new (still small) Webpage:
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Rampart/8203/index.html

Before: Sometimes I Think I Live in a Tornado! 
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E.MILLER
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Charles Scully
10/28/73
                                             My Familyly

My life is really crazy sometimes. There are six people in my family. Me,
my mom and dad, and by brother Bill and sisters Missy and Dana. I'm the
youngest. Bill's usually nice to me. A lot of my friends, like Russ
Johnson, who's in this class, say their big brothers are mean and hit them
and things like that. I like Bill, most of the time. He's okay, usually.
He's 15 years old. Missy is the next oldest. She's 12, almost 13. Bill's
almost 16. Missy is a normal girl, I think. She likes to go to movies a lot
and talk about her boyfriends. She's had about 250 in October. She's the
one that doesn't like our family. She says she believes in reeinkarnashun,
which makes my mom mad because she says it says in the Bible that that
isn't real. Then Missy says how does she know the Bible's what's real, and
my mom gets real mad and sends her to her room. And Missy slams the door.
Dana's 9, closest to me. She's only 2 years older. She doesn't like boys
and stuff yet. She tells me all the time she never will. She told that to
Bill and Missy too, and they laughed at her. She got mad then. I like Dana,
sometimes, because she'll play outside with me in the dirt and stuff and
not worry about getting all muddy. She even likes guns and playing war. But
my dad says we shouldn't play war, because we haven't been alive long
enough to remember a true, big war like World War 2 or something. I wish I
was. Its always really crazy at my house, and sometimes I feel like I live
in a tornado! Bill's throwing his books around because he doesn't like to
do homework. Missy's talking on the phone, yelling a lot that she can't
believe that. Dana complains that she doesn't have anything to do, and mom
asks why doesn't she read a book. Then Dana says she needs a new one, and
she wants to go to the library. But mom usually won't take her. I think she
liked it better when we lived at our old home, a year ago next month since
we moved, because she could walk to the library there. My family's really
neat.

The End