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Published on: 10 Mar 2009 by krisi_boo
NOT REALITY!! :D INSIDE JOKE STORY. ROUGH DRAFT
I awoke with the sunshine beaming through the small box-like window above my bed. The llama was making a lot of noises to wake up everyone in the double-wide. The moans and groans of my family filtered the trailer. I silently giggled. My happy going attitude was always useful to my suprises.
I gazed at my sleepy-eyed siblings. Their morning hair made me burst into laughter. Everyone was bound to be exhausted because of last nights blow out. The smell of booze still reeked. I thought the cops were going to burst throiugh the door anytime that night. They ignored us most of the time. Our chaotic parties were held every Friday night. They were of course somehow related to us with the endless family tree.
In the small town located in Alabama, being inbred was special. The family love was strangely amazing. There were hardly any quarrels, nor misunderstandings. I lived in a double-wide trailer on a football field surrounded by an electric fence. The old school that had once owned the football field was spontaniously combusted in the past by a phsycotic student.
I lived in one small room with my sister and brother, who was also my part time lover/ boyfriend. In the closet lived my Auntie, whom was an odd fellow. He enjoys taking my clothes. In the room next door to us lives my mother, soon to be father, who is also my Uncle, and my real father. <- I just realized he was my father a few weeks ago.) In the bathroom lived my slutty grandpa(he sleeps in the bath tub.) In the front hall way closet lives my mothers ex-boyfriend (my sister's father.), and my third cousin, who was also the lesbian body builder. Another room contained my other grandpa, my uncle's long last father, and my cousin who was somehow my grandmother. On the porch our body guard stayed.
We also had a barn, too. It contained the pet giraffe and llama. My real father used to live in the barn because he fed them, but now the family takes turns on feeding them. Today was my Auntie's.
My brother turned over moaning as the llama wildly gasped with load heeds. I rolled my eyes and turned to my Auntie. He had a pillow covering his ears..
"Shut that thing up before I shoot it!"
My soon Uncle yelled out. His usual perkiness was absent this morning. Dumb, hungry llama..
To be continued..