Chloe's Circus " Mum! Dad! Ella! Watch me do my cartwheel!" I exclaimed, running down the stairs excitedly.I was about to show them the most breathtaking cartwheel they had ever seen before. Mum was fiddling with her sewing thingy. Dad was have a bit of a snooze. Ella was watching some dancing show on the telly. I was about to cartwheel."What is it, Chloe? I'm very busy at the minute." Said Mum, not even taking one glance at me. "Why, Our Chloe is dressed like an acrobat!" Said dad. Ella didn't care. Her eyes were glued to the telly screen. I had it all Sussed out. I wouldn't just cartwheel. I'd do a Y bounce, a backflip, (landing accurately on the balls of my feet,) a hand stand, then finish of with my cartwheel. I went onto the mat we put specially down for my tricks, and made sure everybody was looking. Mum surprisingly looked, and so did Ella. I took a deep breath. I lay down, when dad said; "I thought you were going to cartwheel, Little acrobat!" I just grinned. When I was down, I opened my legs out like a frog, and wriggled myself up, which made everyone jump. Mum sighed. Then I stood up, and got into position. I done my backflip as planned. Dad stood up and clapped. I put my finger in front of me. I started as you'd do a cartwheel, but stopped in the middle. Then icartwheeled.I stood up

THE MOST 1⃣ The most dramatic thing about my sister is she acts like a teenager. Well, she is a teenager, but she acts like she's sixteen. Think about high-heels, One direction, Video star, Facebook. THAT is my dreaded sister Elsa, Sneaky, bossy and SUCH a drama queen. I can have my moments, too, but not like Elsa's dramatic ones. ELSA:

One My name is Hippie Twix. That's not my real name. Mama would have chose something beautiful like Victoria or Emerald or silkie. When I was born I didn't have hair, but all babies are bald, so Mama couldn't predict if I'd have long, golden hair like Rapunzel. I'd not be Rapunzel, because I'd have to let some witch use my hair to keep herself powerful, and to control everybody. My hair is long, but matron Juden pulls it in tight plaits, that if I even dare look in a mirror, I would see a mark across my forehead. Matron Juden is the meanest matron at the orphanage hospital. Once I called her a mean old toad, which made her pull even harder. The line was blue then. Toady Juden is actually the one to teaches everybody. I hate the way at the orphanage hospital that they change everyone's names, but Jacqueline, the dear old maid, (and one of my only two friends,) says my name could have been worse like Jammin grump, or patch lilo. I do feel sorry for dear patch and Jammin, but names are names. Don't you think I like Sheba the pain-in-the-bum Dot,(that's a name I call stupid,) or Tabby stamp. Their BOTH hooligans with a capital H.

The runaway girls My name is Iris. I lived in a sharing household with my family, and my best friend, Sylvia's family. We lived in a standard sort of family home, upstairs, downstairs, a garage, you know, just normal. That's how me and Sylvia became best friends. I'd just moved to gateway park, when mum and dad didn't know where we should live. But then They got me into this new school, and I met Sylvia. Sylvia said her household were sharing with another, and I told mum. But then things got really scary at home... Sylvia is well named. She's got all this strait long blonde hair, lovely chocolate eyes, smooth skin, and so kind to me.

"Iv'e got a surprise for you, girls," said mum, casually."We're moving." We all glared at her, gobsmacked. "Shut your mouth, Edelweiss." that's me. I bet your'e sniggering. Everyone does. Mum chose ridiculous names for my sisters, too. Vidia, Fawne , Riley, and plain old me. Riley stared at mum's bulging tummy. "Ewww, It's going to pop any minute now! One, two, three-" I could tell Fawne wanted to hit Riley, seeing as she loves mum dearly, but no one DARED hit Riley. Vidia is the oldest out of us emerald girls. She's seventeen, and goes to driving lessons. She's also quite sassy. Riley is fifteen, and certainly not girlie. All the boys in her class follow her, and if anyone's mean to me, Riley gives them her fist. I know you can't have favourites in your family, but if you could, I'd Choose Riley. Fawne is all pink and girlie, and is thirteen. She uses a hairbrush as a microphone, says she's a popstar, she even made an advert of herself: Fawne Emerald: The world's most