(posted for Jessica by a proud and biased step-parent who thinks it shows a fine clarity of observation and expression for a 13 year old)
First I would paint a dark grey sky that looked like it was about to cry. Then there would be cracked and old red stairs that led up to a big white and green house, filled with lots of memories some good and some bad.
Sitting inside would be my mum wearing old and baggy fisherman pants that had bits of material hanging off the bottom. She would wear a stony green halter top, with her long, thick blonde hair covering her shoulders. Her eyes look delicate and confused as she tries to figure out what to do next.
Then there would be my dad sitting in his chair with his safe and welcoming face on. He would wear a long baggy t-shirt and dark black shorts, in his big and worn out hands would be a pearly white bowl filled with whatever he pleases.
Ken (my step dad) would sit at his computer with his mind completely set on what ever he is doing. His hair looks like a big fluffy, soft grey cloud. He wears his glasses high up on his nose and is banging on the keyboard as he types about upcoming events and other things.
I would be sitting outside wearing a baggy old t-shirt and board shorts, with a big smile painted on my face. On my lap would be a black dog. Her tail would be wagging out of control because she is so happy.