Normal - overview

Normal wasn't a word often used to describe my family. We weren't outrageous or mad. We were just a little weird sometimes.1

There's my mum. She still believed we were living in the 60's. She wore her hair natural with small plaits embedded in the tangle of frizzy brown hair, all her clothes bore the symbol of peace or were decorated by tie-dye and she drove a large purple van with multicoloured flowers painted all over it. My dad on the other hand, is a politician. Well he liked to call himself a politician, really he was an adviser to the local counsel. His boss couldn't even remember his name and insisted on calling him Jack Boorton instead of James Moorton. Mind, his boss wasn't exactly the sharpest pencil in my pencil case. Smart suits and posh dinner parties were what my father deemed acceptable. My mother had never met his work colleagues. I think that more then the fact my dad was embarrassed to be married to a hippy lady, dad's  colleagues were a little intimidated by my mum. She could be very scary when tackling issues such as what the fields should be used for and the amount of petrol being consumed by the everyday driver, My dad and mum were like chalk and cheese but they got along so well unlike my siblings and i.2

There had always being rivalry. 6 children and two parents weren't a great combination when each one was asking for attention.3

The oldest are my twin sisters, Claire and Clara. Despite being extremely similar they desperately despise each other. Both are popular, receive extremely bad grades at school and have both slept with every boy in their little group. I detest them both.4

Next there's my brother Mike. He is a computer whizz and sits playing games on the Internet until 2 am. He has a girlfriend called Pam. She's one of the smartest girls i have ever met and they get along well, i just had to try and keep conversation to a minimum so i didn't have to talk to her and hear about how she cloned this and played with something elses genetics. It did truly start to bore after the first 30 seconds, maybe sooner.5

Then there was me, Mel. I have a frame that is extremely tall but also skinny so people often believe i am anorexic. However i am anything but. I eat like a horse and my favorite food is peanut butter. My best friend, Ted practically lives at our house due to his parents being in the army. He enjoys heated discussions with my mum about war. It's quite funny to listen to. Unfortunately i have to share a room with my younger siblings, Hannah and Jodie. Hannah is a normal 10 year old who is in to all the latest fashion and hairstyles. It's obvious she's destined to turn out like Claire and Clara. 6

Jodie however is my little brother. Christened Joesph, at 8 years old he decided he didn't want to be a boy anymore and enjoys playing with barbies and my little ponies. If you were ever to call him by his name, death by plastic awaits you. Mike once called him Joe and ended up with a barbies high glittery heel stuck up his nose. It was a common occurrence in my household to find pictures of a particularly evil looking barbie delivering threatening messages to members who dared cross Joe's path. So Jodie he became. My dad hopes he will grow out of it soon, whereas my mum's overjoyed that at his young age he is able to express himself. I just think it's scary.7

That's my family in a nutshell. As i said before, Normal wasn't a word often used to describe my family.8