Kaitlyn Fernanda Berg was a fifteen-year-old girl who always knew what to say. Well, what to say to be a sassy fifteen-year-old you-know-what. Well, anyway, she was a tenth grade high school student at Calvin Coolidge High. She had long red hair, piercing blue eyes, and thin, red, square glasses.
Xander Donald Berg was the father of the family, a thirty-four year old man, with brown eyes, and a buzz cut of his short brown hair. He had similar glasses to his daughter, but silver, and not as thin. His skin was slightly darker than that of the rest of the family. He runs his own business, a home real estate business called Burg Real Estate.
Larissa Kyleigh Berg was the mother of the family, a year older than her husband, and works at an office, as a bookkeeper. Though she loves fancy blouses and skirts, she has never been on to fuss about her appearance. She’s a permed red-head, who never wears any makeup, but makes up for it with her sparkling blue eyes.
The youngest is Garrett Berg, an adopted child. He has black eyes; black hair in a boy’s cut, in eighth grade at Andrew Johnson Middle School. He’s always been a little quiet, unless he’s bugging his sister. He’s pretty much your average twelve-year-old, plays video games, skateboards to and from school, and all that stuff.
Today is Saturday, and the house is running as usual: Garrett insists on wearing his pajamas, Kaitlyn is yelling at her brother, Larissa is trying to calm the crowd, and Xander is trying to work through all this.
“I know I should have just rented the office building,” Xander mumbles to himself as he types away at the computer.
Larissa shakes her head and gets the mail, but as she opens one of the letters, she looks surprised.
Kaitlyn yells, and storms into her room, Xander finally gives up and starts to storm away from his desk, and Garrett is running to the couch to play “Drum Hero.” He looks over at Larissa.
“What’s up, mom?” he asks.
“It’s the letter…” she replied.
“What about it?” Xander asks.
“Get Kaitlyn in here,” she says.
“Kaitlyn! Get your fat butt in here!” Garrett yells.
“No!” she replies from her room.
“Kaitlyn, just get in here!” Xander says. “You mother has something to show us.”
When Kaitlyn walks in, Xander finally asks, “What’s the letter?”
“Well…”
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