Jen walked down the brightly muraled hallway and down the stairs into the dining room. Mom was already there and Dad, reading the paper. Dad wore his usual powder blue business suit with polka dot tie and the yellow shirt that matched the fringe of hair growing around the edges of his shiny white head. His eyebrows were wide black lines that edged up to top of his forehead and shaded orange underneath. Dad's red nose was nearly as big and round as a tennis ball and his mouth stretched from ear to ear and down to his chin in an enromous smile.
Mom had just said down. "Oh, Jen," she said in her , "Martha's off, so I had to make breakfast myself." It was cotton-candy flavered oatmeal and bubblegum grapefruit-not Jen's favorite but she didn't hate it either.
Jen sat down next to Mom. Mom looked like an older version of Jen except her nose was smaller and daintier, and her hair was neon red, which she wore in a curly afro. Jen didn't mind having a bigger nose-most of the boy at Clownton high liked girls with big round schnozzes.
Jen had just spooned oatmeal into her mouth when her fourteen year old brother Jay Jay came into the room. "Hay hay sis!" he cried in a voice a little like a young Fozzie bear's, and honked his bulbous nose, "ready for the pep rally tonight?"
"You bet, little brother," answered Jen, and honked her own. Tomorrow night the Clownton High football team would be facing off against Bozoville Tech for the Popcorn Bag. They were going to have a huge rally tonight to inspire the Clownton Joeys to win for the fifth year in a row.
Jay-Jay sat down at the table. He looked a lot like dad except for the hair around his shiny smooth head was red like Mom's. Jen blinked. When did her little brother go bald? And come to think of it, when did Dad?
She then laughed quietly to herself. They'd both had always been bald; none of the men on Dad's side af the family ever had hair growing on top of their heads. Neither did half the men or boys in Clownton.
Jay-Jay looked at his breakfast dubiously. "Why can't we have choclate chip pancakes or strawberry crepes?"
"Because it's Martha's day off and I'm not as good a cook as she is," answers Mom. "Besides, you need to load up on carbohydates; you've got that cross country unicycle meet tomorrow." Jay-Jay just shrugged and dug into his oatmeal.
The sound of "La Kuka Racha" played from the driveway. "Oh, that's my ride," said Jen as she grabbed her books. She honked her nose goodby at her family wand walked out the door.
Jen's friend Molly's parents had just gotten her a brand new minicar that already had about fiftenn of their friends packed inside. With a little folding and squeezing, Jen became the sixteenth, and they sped off to school.