The Anderson family...4 Kids...2 parents. The parents are currently going through a divorce and depending on how the custody agreement goes the kids could end up splitting up. How long can the parents keep it a secret from the kids even if other problems are appearing within the family itself.

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1: Ali (17)
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(My Character)


Name: Alistair Anderson
Nickname: Ali (By his siblings occasionally Alistiar in situations where it is needed)
Age: 17
Interests: Music, reading, anything fantasy related or linked to fantasy video games. Routine. Documentary shows,
Hates: Social situation (eg, large groups of people) Questions he doesn't understand. His routine being disturbed for any reason.
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Other (Extra information that was not included, can be used for personality): Ali has Autism which means he has to live by a certain routine otherwise he feels he cannot cope and develops panic attacks. He does well in school and is very intteligent but is bullied by others around the school, but he hides it well since he has dificulty talking about his emotions with his family. Ali always has a notebook with him so he can write down everything that he does as well as what the family does. He becomes angry and increasingly upset if something is changed in his routine, such as a certain item in the household being moved to a different place or if someone has taken something from his room. If something it added or changed in the household and it is not likely to be changed back Ali will usually act out, an example of this would be a time when a room in the house was redecorated and painted a different colour, Ali remembered where a can of the old paint was kept and painted the walls back the way they were within the hour of the walls being last painted.

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The soft buzz of Ali's alarm clock awoke him slowly, rubbing his eyes he looked at the digital clock. On his bedside table was actually two seperate digital alarm clocks, one that was set for weekdays when Ali got up 7:15, and another one for weekends where Ali got up at 8:15. Of course he always remembered to turn off the alarm for weekends then put it back on of a Sunday night so it was ready for Monday morning. Peeling back the covers off his bed Ali grabbed his notebook and wrote down the Date, the exact time as of his writting, the weather outside as well as brief discription of how he slept in the night.

Walking over to his waredrobe he picked out his outfit for the day, which cosisted of an "I Fight Dragons" T-shirt, Grey skinny jeans as well as putting on a belt with a Poke Ball belt buckle on it. Brushing his hair, he fiddled with his fringe before going into the bathroom and brushing his teeth and washing his hands. Looking at the floor his head tilted in confusion as a towel had been left on the floor, he stared at it for a while as if not knowing what to do, should he pick it up and put it in the laundry? or leave it?

Ali shook his head and left the bathroom turning the light off as he left. " Theres....a towel on the floor...not meant to be there...towels go in the laundry basket....Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
one for the Dark Lord on his dark throne, in the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, one Ring to find them, one Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them in the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie....." Ali mumbled quietly to himself as he scribbled in his notebook about the towel in the bathroom.

Holding the notebook tightly Ali drummed his fingers on the top of his head, one of the signs that he was nervous or upset about something. Walking to the kitchen he took out the milk from the fridge and poured it into a bowl. Already knowing the exact ammount that he poured into it he put the milk back he took his weekend cereal and poured himself some. He was always the first awake of a weekend, his parents liked to sleep in till at least 8:33. Looking at his watch "8:21" Someone would be up soon. He left his notebook open ready for new information or anything related to normal information that could be retained and remembered.

Name: Jessica Anderson
Nickname: Jess
Age: 8
Interests: Books, Reading, Drawing, Quiet, Non-Fiction Books.
Hates: Loud Noises, Shouting, Crying, Being Angry.
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Other: Jessica is death and can only hear through a hearing aid. People tease her for her being death and whistle into her hearing aid making it buzz and hurt her ears and head. Whenever her parents are shouting or arguing she would turn her hearing aid off and hide with a book.

Jessica woke up with a yawn and a stretch, she turned her hearing aid on preparing for the day ahead. She exposed herself to the cold air filling the room, it made her shiver. The girl walked silently to the bathroom to get washed and dressed. After washing, Jess changed into a bright red and white stripy t-shirt, short denim dungarees and red and white laced plimsoles. She sat and brushed her hair and tied a red and white checkered ribbon into a bit of her hair before heading downstairs for breakfast. Jessica smiled at her brother and poured some colorful cereal into the bowl and adding milk into it. Her hearing aid din't work as well as it should because of everyone whistling and shouting in it but she was too afraid to tell anyone about it in case they blamed her for it. Jessica watched as the cereal rose from the milk, she nodded to herself and carried it to the table.