Lets focus back on me and my life. We'll get back to Kendrick *bat lashes* later.
So where was I?
Oh right! My silly nickname. Forgetting the school kids my family calls me Franny or Fran which is sometimes never. I don't know if I like the nickname Franny or not. But it doesn't bother me. I got my name from my great grandmother whose is said to have been a wonderful woman of great talent and kindness. They say she would wake up everyday at 6:00 am to bake pies that she would then take and pass out to the local homeless around her area. She would do marathon for charities and donate blood almost every week! What a woman! It's a shame she died before I was even born. But my mother and grandmother told stories of her like it was todays news.
My mother is 32 with guess what? Flame hair. She's beautiful, she used to model in her younger days until she met my father at a fashion show and it was love at first sight. He was photographer from a newspaper. He still works there and I know he loves his job. You can see it in his eyes whenever we pass a scenery he would call " Gods reminder of life". Oh and Abby my little sister. She's 15 and we're nothing alike. Her main focus is on becoming a world known basketball player but when she isn't sweating like a man on the court she's a beautiful girl. She takes more of my father but yet also my mother. She down right gorgeous; Jet black hair with tan skin and clear blue eyes. Tall like a model and passionate like a photographer. Sometimes I have to catch myself from being jealous about her. But I'm sure if I looked like her all men would want me.
When I look back at it I loved my family....they we're pretty amazing. I mean yeah at that time when I could breath air in my lungs I thought that my family wanted nothing more then my inevitable doom *chuckle* I mean really. From my dad taking a picture with squirrel poop on my head as a form of "art" to my grandmother insisting that I wear pigtails at the age of 15 to keep my peepee longstocking look going. *Bust out in laughter* Geez these guys knew how to make my pale skin turn as red as a tomato in a matter of seconds.
But they loved me. We all loved each other with all our heart.