Charlie's the name, human's the game!

Uh... Never mind. My friend Gared is trying to teach me to rap (is that even what it's called?) but it isn't working out too well. He's a pretty decent guy, but I don't get why we're friends. He's obsessed with hip-hop and rap. I can't really stand either.

Anyway, my name's Charlie Brownstine. Please, don't think of Charlie Brown... I have brown hair and am of average size. I have green eyes and sun-tanned skin. I worked on it all summer. I love to run, and I hate football. My little sister is a genius, and my best friend is a strange person. I used to have a girlfriend, Sharon, but it was over last week. Don't ask why.

My sister is six years old. Her name's Chelsea, but I call her Chels. Everybody else calls her Chelsie. She's an out-right genius in every subject: math, science, history, you name it. I bet she's smarter than Einstein. But Dad won't let her get tested so she can skip a grade or something, cause she's a tiny doll of a girl. She's hardly four feet tall! Anyway, she's really cute because she has mom's big blue eyes and blond hair. We don't look anything alike.

My best friend is sort of strange. Her name is Amanda Karos. She's smart, but she sees things in a strange way. Especially time. It's like she has forever. And when her electric blue eyes sort of go unfocused, and her jet-black hair falls across her pale-as-a-sheet face, she looks like she's picturing a different time-period. She built almost exactly like Chels. She short, and extremely skinny. But she's hugely fast, and stronger than any of the guys on the football team. Trust me. Personal experience.

The thing with Amy is that if we weren't more friends, I'd love to date her. She's dang beautiful, and she's amazing. She's smart and beautiful and kind and she's got a great body. I've had a crush on her ever since I met her. But we're friends, not dating,. But if she offered, I'd agree any day. Yeah, go ahead and call me crazy for having the hots for my best friend. My life sucks.

Anyway, my dad doesn't live with mom, Chels and me, but he comes around every holiday. Ma is never around, so I take care of Chels. Amy's always coming over, and the two get along great. That makes my life a bit easier.

But what happened the other day didn't. So here's my story, laid out for everyone to see.