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=Reagan S.=
 * Miss Reagan is a very smart and intelligent young woman. She has two younger siblings and two caring and loving parents. She was born in the sunny state of Florida on December 27, and has made many friends in her life so far. She moved from Florida a while back, and frankly, dosnt mind the move, because of the people. She had almost gotten into a major car crash because of a so called "Idiot Driver". She was only two years old when this happened. Reagan, thankfuly, only had very few bruises and scrapes from their shattered windshield. The semi truck driver claimed to be distracted by the dog sitting next to him, and didn't realize they amost had a head on crash. He noticed, luckily, and swerved to avoid them, tilting his truck dangerously near the edge of a steep hill. **


 * Now a days, Reagan thinks about her future, and wonders what college she should go to, though she already knows what she wants to do. She plans on getting a nursing degree, then settling down and having kids when she's older. For now, she focusses on her grades, and puts in her best efforts to make her way through the school year, one semester at a time. **


 * If she could have two wishes, she would want: A. To have siblings (which has been established), and B. To be rich, and prosperous. **


 * Reagan is an outrageously brilliant girl, with a bright future ahead, and a ever glistening twinkle in her eyes. **

Where I’m from I’m from the warm, hot, tangy fireplace. From the long sleeve shirt, the comfy pajama pants, to the soft fluffy slippers. I’m from the tender loving family that loves me. From twirling round and round and landing in the nice soft grass. I’m from leaping high into the sky on my black, leathery trampoline. From spinning on that fair ride, going so fast I can’t feel the air. I’m from Jamie and John. From hanging out with my loving older sister and loving little brother. I’m from a huggable home. From that hot, warm, chewy pasta, with Alfredo sauce as white as cloud. I’m from that mouth-watering prime rib and green bean casserole on Christmas Day. <span style="color: #1bff00; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">From all our family photos lying there telling our stories and wonderful memories. <span style="color: #1bff00; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I’m from that dusty smelling old photo of my parents. <span style="color: #1bff00; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">From hearing my little brother crying for me to hold him every second of the day. <span style="color: #008080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">1. She leaped high into the blazing hot air, like a frog prancing off a forest green lily pad. 2. She was as beautiful as the ugly stick she was dented with. 3. He was hilarious like a blank rock named Earl. 4. Her eyes were as bold as the moon with two bight shining stars in the center. 5. He moved sluggish like a small scaly turtle.