Nodding, Christina opened up her folder and looked inside. Several papers were folded neatly into a little pile inside, and as she opened the folder, a thin sheet of paper floated down to the ground. She bent over and picked it up, turning the sheet over to the front. Family Tree, it was labeled, in big block print. Christina shrugged and glanced at the other papers. There was the usual stuff, health records, grades throughout the years, some artwork from Glenbrook Elementary School, and her school picture from the year before. At first glance nothing looked strange, just Christina standing up, her long, thick hair pulled into a low side pony, and her eyes sparkling. She was wearing a white dress with a thin golden belt around the middle, and plain black flipflops. So, nothing unusual, for Christina, at least. But as she looked closer, detirimend to search for every detail, she found a small checkmark and the words, written in black pen in Miss Amelia's loopy script, Test September 9th, Family Tree proof Christina, confused by this, looked once more for the Family Tree sheet, and, successful in her search, flipped it once more to the front, where a green glued on piece of paper read the names of all of her family members dating back from the 1800s. On her dad's side, Marie Anne Hendrickson and Dave Tucker, above them the names of her great grandparents, Bob and Anne Hendrickson, and so on. Then on to her mother's side. Margret Bobette Junior and Shane Wilson, and then her great grandparents, Bert Bobette and Susan Winkle, and then at the top of the paper- She had been unable to find the rest of the family tree, it was cut off above her Great Great Grandparents, Dean Shorts and Mary Su. Okay. So it was her family. So what. She had never met her great grandparents, or her great great grandparents, of course, most of them being dead, but she had heard her mother talking to her father in the time before the divorce about Dean Shorts. " Such a shame," Her mother had said, her long brown hair bouncing as she shook her head. " He was such a nice young man until he joined the Hipscotch Gang, then all of his good grades and everything else just went out the window. Her father had shook his head as well, and rubbed his hand absentmindedly over his bald patch. " Ah, well. He's dead now, and we can rest in piece, after all the torment he did that Chandler family, god bless their heart. Poor young baby, loosing her mother at such a young age. Never would have expected it from your old Grand Pop, no. But he had many things hidden in his past, he was trying so damn hard to be a good grandfather to you, and a good grandfather in law to me, I suppose. But his secrets came out in the Death Record, he had a heart attack from all that stress, don't you know?" Christina's father had rambled on and on, and Christina had grown bored and wandered away from the door and into her bedroom.