I have some... colorful characters in my family. We're disfunctional. Odd. We have our bad points, and our good points. The five of us together in one room can be both beautiful and catastrophic... But mostly catastrophic.
Take my mother, for starters. She's probably the weirdest of the bunch. There are things about her you shall never know, as she'll haunt your dreams for the rest of your life. This woman can be the scariest person you'll ever meet, but she can also be the funniest, kindest, and most heartwarming. Her intimidating eyebrows are probably the most frightening thing about her, if you aren't at the recieving end of her when she's angry. When she's in a good mood, my mom will talk in a Chinese accent. Everything from "Yoo shu' up, yo' bweaf stink!" to "Do da deeshes!" Always yelling when she talks in that accent... She also has this... radar, of sorts. She can always tell when you've done something wrong. You can be so careful about it, and she'll still find out. It can be anything to a single cigarette smoked on a walk by yourself, to a crazy mushroom trip with your lesbian friend. She always knows. She knows when my sister is going to parties with 20 year olds. She just... Knows. Everything. It's scary, really.
My sister, Claire, is the next most disfunctional. She's thirteen years old and has been drunk more times than me. She's, by far, the party animal of the family. Unfortunately, she's yet to learn the ropes and still asks my mother if she can go to parties. What's even more unfortunate, is that my mother says yes more often than not. She says she 'trusts her', but she's not on the recieving end of Claire's drunken text messages "Omg annie i'm so drunk lol. you should come find me lololololol. hot guys."
Right.
She also has this... Thing, I suppose. She lets her real self out around me. She has told me things like "I wish I could be a member of a black chorus, like in a church? Those women are so soulful. And they rock out. Hardcore." She's an odd bunny, she is.
Eva, the eleven year old sister, is just flat out cute. She's such a worry-wart. Alas, she's learning from me, the amazingly bad influence. The words that come out of this girl's mouth I've never heard from someone her age. She talks like me, and anyone that knows me knows that's bad. Well... She isn't quite as bad. But she's been using some pretty nasty language. She's pretty weird, also. She's the only girl I've ever met that has an extensive collection of Skittles wrappers.
My father is... The neutral one, I suppose. I really don't have much to say about him. If I had to choose between parents I'd live with my dad, though. I'm more like him and we get along better. We both have the 'if we don't say anything, it'll go away' viewpoint of our problems. Generally, when it comes to us, that works. My dad's a really nice guy, and I can talk to him about a lot of things. Nothing super personal, like my sex life, but most things. He's a bit of a drinker, but he's a sleepy drunk. Not dangerous or mean or angry. I love my daddy <3
This is my family, and I'm stuck with them. May as well try to get along with them, right?

Hah. Good luck.