end of week two post- character description

My little sister, Cassie Leigh Hughey, is a 15-year-old sophomore in high school, but she acts anything but her age. She is an African- American female with thick, coarse black hair about the length of her shoulders. In the fourth and fifth grades, she had braces, but now, six years later, her bottom row of teeth are twisted and crammed together due to her lack of wearing her retainer. My mother, my father, and myself all have pretty straight, unusually pearly white teeth, but my sister's are slightly yellowed and the dentist will either fuss at her for not flossing or find a cavity or two at almost every appointment. Don't get me wrong, she has a beautiful top row of teeth, they're just not as white as they could be. She also has perfectly arched eyebrows, and she has never even had them done before. She stands at about 5 feet and 6 inches, three inches taller than me, her older sister, and she is average size. When I say average size, I mean that she is not small, but she is not at all big, she is the perfect size. If she could, she would wear shorts everyday of her life because she has a pair of incredibly elongated legs, but she is not at all lanky. No matter what she's wearing, she will always have on her favorite pair of black and white, worn out, checkered Vans and an attitude. She reads the dictionary for breakfast, the thesaurus for lunch, and when she's not reading, she's watching every episode of Glee available on Netflix. Her goal in life is to correct you and make you look like you have an IQ of lower than 70. She is that jerk that will tell you the dim-witted jokes that no one will ever get like yesterday when she asked me, "What did one snowman say to the other snowman?" I said, "I don't know what?" Her response was "Smells like carrots." She read Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire in six days flat. She makes A's in almost every class and has a boatload of friends. She has already completed three years of Latin and now plans on taking three years of French. She got her first guitar a week ago and has already learned to play four complete songs. She even gets the title of "Sweet Pea" by our dad, while I just get called "Nat." She has a huge confidence and believes that she is above the Pope. She's only nice to me when she wants me to drive her somewhere or buy her something. Most might think she is a huge "B" word, including me, but in a way my little sister is everything that I wish I could be. :)