My favorite place to be is up a tall, tall tree, swinging in the tree tops. Preferably with my trusty sidekick, a good book. And a bottle of lemonade. And that is were I am today, and where my story begins.
But first a little background...
"Juniper?" my mother's voice called, echoing throughout the house. "Juniper!"
"I'm up," I lied as I began to open my eyes. 7:02. Well, I had better get out of bed. I slid out of bed and onto the floor along with three paperback novels, a notebook, and my alarm clock that never went off. I grabbed some boldly polka dotted jeans and a red top and inched my way to the bathroom.
"Breakfast time," my mother's voice called. I was immediately being bombarded by my twin brothers that were in first grade.
"June! June! How come you're still in your pajamas?" "Mom said it was time for breakfast. Do you want to eat breakfast?"
"Ian, Nate, of course I want to eat breakfast. Tell Mom i'll be down there in a minute, i just have to get dressed first," I calmly replied to them.
"Mom," Nate yelled, "June will be down in a minute," Ian finished. I changed into my clothes for the day and headed downstairs to find my family gathered around the breakfast table. Mealtimes in my family were quite a site to see; there were eight of us gathered around a large dining room table that was always laden with food. There were my parents, Heidi and Rob Whitmar of 36 Trestle Circle, my oldest brother, Charlie, who was seventeen and currently being home-schooled so he could tag along with my uncle on his archaeologic digs, me, Juniper, thirteen years of age and an aspiring writer, my ten-year-old sister Lizzy who loved anything that had to do with soccer, crafts, or shopping, the twins, Ian and Nate, who were loud and rambunctious and messy, and my newborn little sister May, who was the reason we have so many casseroles in the freezer.
