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The Main Characters -
The problem with doing one of these cast pages is that it changes over time, especially with a "diary" this old. (Yes, I did put that in quotes because Tail is neither a diary nor a journal.) It keeps changing, and if I included all the main characters since life with Tail began, this page would be a mile long.
God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit~I put them together and first because they’re connected to each other. In essence, God created me, Jesus saved me, and the Holy Spirit guides me. God, Jesus, and the Spirit can be part of your family too, so get to know them personally.
Me: Since this is Sushi's Tail, common sense says that I'll be talking about Sushi more than anyone in here. Surprise, kids--that's me! Anyway, I'm seventeen years old, I love to write, and I am currently held captive in a public high school where authors of fiction are nearly persecuted. Okay, so I'm exaggerating, but not by much. I do have to endure questions like "Why do you write so much?" and "Why don't you do something productive with your time instead of writing?" That's a story in itself, though.
Mum: She's forty years old, Korean, and she smokes. The smoking annoys me to the point of screaming. Like me, Mum has a gift for finding four-leaf clovers in random spots but can't do it on command. She also got used to the idea of having a smart child early in my life and expected nothing less from me since.
Dad: Dad will be fifty this year, but he claims that he's "holding at forty-nine." He wishes. Anyway, he met Mum while serving in the Air Force in Korea, and he also smokes. He loves old rock music and playing the guitar. Like Mum, he expects me to be perfect. Dad's temper is always ticking, ready to go off, and he tends to yell at the television.
Jeffrey: He's fifteen years old and a freshman at the same public high school that I'm held captive. Like me, he's an honors student, but unlike me, he has musical ability--he plays the saxophone really well. We used to hate each other, but we tolerate each other now--sometimes to the point of getting along. What is this world coming to?
Grandmother: Among all my living family members, Grandmother is the one I can most tolerate (until she starts asking me questions with obvious answers--I know her memory's not failing). She loves God, that's basically it. I mean, everyone's saying how sweet she is and everything, and yet my own heart is made out of stone. Once again, though, that's another story.
My muses: This deserves an entry of its own. My muse is always working, even when I tell it to shut up, especially when I'm trying to concentrate on something. You see, my muse does dangerous things when left alone. I've seen them at it. It gets scary after awhile. Therefore I must keep it busy at all times.
Dr. Nbook: My paper journal and my best friend. It always listens to me, never smart-mouthing me, never saying that a farfetched idea won't work. Nope, never. I love it.
And since I don't really have any human friends left, I guess that's it.