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madison

everyone knows i have a big sister to deal with, but really no one knows about my coucin, madison. madison is 7 years old and had a very, uniqe personality. she can be nice, sweet, pretty,kind, but she also has a different side. she can be mean, snotty, hard head and poutty. but, you got to love her

madison does soccer, basketball and softball. she is tiny, but man, can she do some pretty awsome things in sports. we think she does her sports because of her mom and alexa and me. she likes to show off though, sometimes, show off me. at her sports games, i well come and watch. at the end of the game, she makes sure the whole team of her's see, then she tackles me, or jumps on me or, talks very loud smack talk. she doesn't say it to mine or alexa's face,but she tells everyonr else, i qoute,(she calls my sister, alexa sessy and she calls me doodoo) "i want to be just like my sessy and doodoo," or "my doodoo and sessy rule!" she says more good things, but if i write them down, i well need 5 pages or so. she also says, "doodoo, you are so mean," or "sessy, you are not the boss,i am." if i say everything not so good she had said, it would take 10 pages.

me and madison can be BFF's, like hooked at the hip, but we can be the worst enimies ever. we play school all the time, or we walk away from eaxh other in silecne, one sticking out their tongues to the other. me and madison, lets just say we have a love hate relationship.

madison says to everyone, she wants to be like me. so, to be like me, she follows me around everywhere when we are together, and copy's me. like, for example, one day, mabye a year ago, i was at my grandparents. she was out there. i said hi and wenyt outside to ride my bike. i went into the garag enad got out my bike. i started to ride it and, a minute later, she is on her bike, right behind me, i stared at her strangley, and said, "what are you doing?" she shrugged. "um...riding my bike." she said in her sassy way. i said no more and got off my bike and walked to the barn.i went to see my calf, i was in my old tennis shoes. of course, a minute later, i hear the barn door creak shut and see madison, in my muck boots, witch are i 4 sizes to big, and she is walking like me, her hands at her side, her hips swaying a little. i turn around and look at her in my "why are you doing this," and put my hands on my hips. she would smile and giggle. i would get so mad, but that was her goal. so now and days,if she tries todo that, it doesn't bother me one bit. instead of me getting mad, she get smad because she couldn't get on my nervse.

me and madison fight, and we hang out. we tease each other and we stand up for each other.we sometimes say, "i hate you." or "your stupid." but we always love each other, no matter what, because we are family.