Lily Rosalia• Show stories

Hi everyone. Thank you really much for visiting my profile page. Let me tell you something about myself.

I have four brothers and two sisters. I am the youngest of all. Sometimes that can be fun, or I'd better say handy. My parents died a couple of years ago, so all those sibling do come in handy there, because they can take care of me. We all live together in our house, and try to make the best of it.

My oldest sibling is Edmont, but we call him Eddie. His eleven years older than I am. He is working really hard to make money for the family. He has ginger hair and brown eyes and is really tall. He is really sweet, but I rarely see him. Someone that doesn't know we are siblings would probably think we're cousins or something.

Then comes Jacky. She is ten years older than me. When my mother died she kind of took over her role in the family. She always tries to help everyone, which she is great at. She has brown hair and grey-blue eyes.

I love her, but sometime we do have big arguments. Mostly because I think she plays 'mom' a little too much. But she disagrees, and she is older. So I'm screwed.

Micheal is -how surprising- nine years older. He really is the 'dad' in the house. He is always busy keeping the peace in the house. He has brown hair and eyes. What I like about him most, is that he is really supporting everything I do. However, sometimes he is a little overprotective.

Noa is seven years older. He is definately my favourite brother -even though I know you're not really supposed to have one-. He doesn't talk that much, which my other siblings love doing; so that is what I love about him most. He seems to really understand me and that is great. He is blond and has green eyes. When I can't sleep, I always wake him up, and he tells me stories -yes, inside I am still a little child- and we sit in the windowsill staring at the stars forever, without saying one word.

The worst thing for me, about losing my parents, is that I can't remember them. I was too young. Noa tells me a lot of stories about them, as well. We look at the pictures a lot together.

Renee is my other sister. She can be really annoying. She is five years older, and we have had to share a room in the past. But she was completely driving me nuts, so I moved to the attic, where no-one wanted to sleep. So now I have that all to myself. Renee is also blond, and has blue eyes. There hasn't been a day that we weren't fighting. We just fight about everything. That is just what we are used to, I guess. She is always jealous of me, which she of course never admits to me.

But my brother has told me she is. That's why she is really mean to me most times. She treats me like a baby all the time, and I can't stand that. But the worst thing she does, is baming me for everything. We have a hard time with the money, because we're such a big falimy, and only Eddie is making money. Renee likes to tell that they wouldn't have any problems without me. The day my parents died -I was seven-, we had just moved. The house was becomming too small for us, because I started to need more space as I grew older. So we moved, and on our first day in the new house, my parents had to go back to the old one, because I had left my teddy bear. They went back to get it, and on their way home, they got a car accident. I think Renee blames me for that, too.

Matthew is the youngest of them. He is four years older. He is a singer, and I love singing, too. He has a band and lets me write songs, and sometimes I can even sing them. He has brown hair and blue eyes. He likes to help me tease Renee, but sometimes he likes to help Renee torture me, which is so unfair because they're older.

And then there is me. I am Lillian Rosalia. I have light-brown, wavy hair and sea-green eyes, and freckles. They are all over my nose and a little under my eyes. I am the baby of the family, although I sometimes think I am the most mature one in the house. I am a real dreamer. I can't consentrate very well, because I have so much fantasy. I'm not such a people person. I love being on my own a lot. That's why my family drives me nuts so much. After my parents died, I started writing stories as an exersise to dael with my sorrow. But now I just do it because I love it.
Well, I guess you already figured that out, so here are some other things I love:

- Dancing; I have been dancing since I was ten. I really have a dancer's body. I'm really small and flexible and can't sit still for a long time.
- Sports; I love being outside. I go for a run almost every day. I also love playing football (soccer). I also love climbing trees and swiming.
- I love music. Like I told you my brother has a band. I love singing and I'm always humming. It really drives people crazy. I have played the piano for four years now, and I have just picked up my brother's guitar.
- There is more to come, but I have no time to write it now... To be continued...