A New Photostory Series

I have been looking at the poll the past couple days, and currently, "More Little House on the Prairie Photo Stories" and "New Photostory Series" are the two in the lead!
So, I don't want to start a new photo story series right away (just because I already have the Little House stories, the AG Farms stories, & the Princess Annabelle stories). However, within the next month or so or whenever I have time (I don't want to make any promise that I can't keep).
Well, my idea for the new photostory....
It is going to be titled "New York City, Virginia." The girl's name is Virginia, but everyone calls her "Ginny." She has two sisters, an older sister Georgia, and a younger sister Carolina (yep, they are all named after states!). She is very different from all the other girls and she knows it (and enjoys it). She is a bit funny and the series is just about her life and everything that happens in it. Like I said, I'm not going to start the series right away, but I figured that I would do a little "pilot" episode just to see what the feedback and responses are. Please, please leave honest feedback - I don't want to be working on a photo story series that no one enjoys reading!

Ginny's Saturday Morning Routine & Meet Ginny



"Hi! I'm 11 year old Virginia, but the name I go by is 'Ginny.' I live in a tiny apartment in New York City with two sisters and a mother and father. Only my father is normally away; you see, he is an actor, writer, and illustrator. I believe that is why we live in New York in the first place. Our apartment might seem tiny, but it is all I've ever known. Oh well, I guess I may as well walk you through my Saturday afternoon and morning routine - oh, but wait! I have two important people to introduce!"

Here are my two sisters and me standing in our bedroom! Georgia is the taller girl in the back with the purple shirt. She is my older sister. Sometimes I call her George or Gia (she hates being called both those names, which may be the reason I call her them). Then there is Carolina, the younger sister who has decided to grace your presence without any clothes.

It even took a good half hour to get her to stay still enough for this photo. My mother says she will listen better when she is older. That is a wish, not a fact, by the way.

Georgia is 14. She can be really nice sometimes, despite her weird behavior. She really does listen to me, which I must admit, I like (considering no one else ever has time). She likes playing games with me and doesn't mind getting wrapped up in one of my adventure ideas (no, I do not bribe her with ITunes gift cards. I promise).

She isn't completely great, as we all have our shortcomings. She always says obviously when things are certainly not obvious. She is obsessed with her skin and is sometimes too caught up with her friends to be with me.

Cara is my younger sister. She is three and a little....well...I don't know how to describe it.

You'll learn more about her later on.

Now, let's go through my boring Saturday morning routine. Normally, I have an exciting Saturday, but this is just the routine for the boring Saturdays.

First I wake up and do my hair (I am not one for all that 'beauty' stuff, but I do like to do my signature style - it keeps everything out of my way).

Then I make my bed, which involves a game-show-like routine where I figure out how to stuff all my pillows and dolls under the covers with as little lumps as possible. It's a challenge, but after a few years, I've gotten much, much better at it.

Then I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take my headgear off. Somehow, every move I make, I have an unnerving feeling...Perhaps because Cara is screaming to let her in and trying to stick her face under the door (yes, that strange object under that door is Cara.

(Oh, and as a side note, that is not dust under that floor gap - it is cement.)

Then my mom goes down the hall to the NYC Apartment Ladies Club. Meanwhile, I "baby-sit" Cara. Somehow, I think that it should be called 'extreme marathon' rather than "baby-sitting". 

After a few hours, my mom comes home and makes us lunch. Really, my mom is so into health food for lunch, that I end up having a small sandwich and some carrots and other UFO vegetable-tasting food. Honestly, I hate lunches on the weekends - on the weekdays I go to the diner beneath my apartment. They always have a refreshing milkshake and some curly fries ready for me (yes, unhealthy, but at home, my parents are both health-food nuts - sometimes I need to escape!).

After lunch, I'll read a book from the library. Luckily the library is big, but I still think I've exhausted half the children's section. Saige is my favorite though - I love the story that incorporates animals, art, and hot air balloons all into one book!

As I read my novel, my sister reads too - only her reading material is less respectable, considering that reading about skin and nails will not boost your IQ (this is quite obvious, as Georgia would say).

Oh well, at least the girl on the front has pretty hair. I wish my hair were auburn-ish.

After reading, my sister says that she obviously needs a nap and down she goes and I prepare for my special run.

Yep, I get my exercise in a very interesting way on Saturday afternoons.

After my sister is asleep, I...

Prepare for what I have famously called, "The Waltz to the Land of Sweets" (a play on the Nutcracker dance). It mainly involves running quietly to the fridge and grabbing all the sweets I can get my hands on.

Warning: This is not a good habit. Please do not try at home.

Remember, I advised you.

My clothed feet hit the floor. I then slide and run at the same time to the kitchen which I can see from my room - my apartment is so small.

I silently open the fridge.

Alas! Two frosted cupcakes that I can already taste. I grab one so that I won't be obvious (oh, and if you are wondering how they got in the house - I snuck them in and I hide them in a secret spot in the fridge that no one has noticed yet.)

My hand tingles as I reach for the lovely dessert. I then usually will snatch it up and race back to my room to enjoy my snack greedily - eating quickly and opening nail polish bottles so that my sister will smell the nail polish and not discover that I am eating the enemy (cupcakes ruin skin).

See, I told you I am different than everyone else! What do you think?

I don't know how she has turned out - I'll be at the "drawing board" for a few months...Until then, what do you think of this new character?