fiction story
This is the story of a family that up until one horrific day seemed like an ordinary family. There was a mother, a father, an older sister, one younger brother, and a very loyal German shepherd. But before getting into that day, you need to know about the family more first. They live in a two story, three bedrooms, two and half bathroom house with light blue siding and dark blue shutters on the windows. In the front yard, there’s nice, plus, green grass, and one, very tall, oak tree next to the mailbox. In the backyard, there is a trampoline in one corner of the yard, and a rectangular-shaped, in-ground pool toward the other corner of the yard. More toward the house, in the back, is a small deck that has a grill on it, and a round, glass table with six chairs around it. All around the backyard was the stereotypical white picket fence that has now been changed to a dull, light brown, wooden fence. Angela, the mother of the family, is a thirty-seven year old housewife that has a part time job as a pre-school teacher. The man of the house, whose name is David, is forty-one years old and works as a police officer, but is also the football coach at the local high school. Angela, or as she likes to be called Angie, has strawberry blonde hair that flows likes waves almost all the way down her back, and baby blue eyes that are as big and bright as the moon. She’s also beautiful, and very short, being only five feet tall with a size six shoe. David, on the other hand, is a very muscular, six foot three inches man with dark brown hair that he usually keeps buzzed down, and dark brown eyes to match. David and Angie’s son is named Adam. Adam’s a healthy thirteen year old boy that is just going into eighth grade. He’s about five foot one inch and still growing, too. He has light brown hair, and the only with that hair color in the whole family. His eyes were the same as his dad’s, brown and as dark as mud after a heavy rain.