Some people cherish alone time. Most view it as a time to relax and have deep personal thought. I for one have experienced this for most of my life; yes the so called Carter Jones daughter of the famous Fred and Daphne Jones has led a life far from similar to her parents. Now most of you know my parents as some of the distinct members of Mystery Incorporated, but growing up they tried their very best to hide that part of their life from me. Something about keeping me out of danger or some crap like that. It wasn't very hard to forget about their past as they had grown into much more successful careers than mystery solving as my dad is the CEO of a thriving home security company and my mom is now a news reporter on her very own television show. Growing up I tried to have some type of relationship with them, as most children do with their parents, but due to their busy schedule I had to go on the great adventure they call a childhood alone. Actually my mistake I had Wilkinson there to help raise me and such like driving me places and making sure I had meals and went to bed on time. He was basically a substitute parent, I trust him with my life and I know he thinks of me as his own daughter. I always had him and the other staff at our estate to talk to, but it was not always enough. Sometimes I would constantly be in a world of my own, which unlike how much Alice in her wonderland would've enjoyed it, I for one did not. In school I didn't want anyone to know who my parents were because I thought they would treat me different so I never mentioned it in hopes that I could lead a normal life. In my case a normal life was being an outcast as I did not gain many friends from my early school years. I had one friend her name was Peyton Davis, but since my parents enrolled me in Coolsville Prep for high school, we both parted ways. I would frequently spend summer days at Peyton's house and we would play in her tree house pretending to be pirates of the high seas and jump on her trampoline taking in the fondest moments of our childhood until Wilkinson picked me up and took me home for dinner ceasing the magic. Peyton and I had a lot in common, we both were tomboys as we loved playing various sports and skateboarding together. That is something that especially set me and my mother apart, as I took mostly after my father. When my parents found out they were having a daughter my mom had hopes that I would be her little 'mini-me' so she could dress me up, go shopping with her, and introduce me to makeup amongst other things. Let me just say she was rather disappointed that I turned out to be far from that; just add that to the list of one of the many reasons why we aren't as close as a mother-daughter relationship should be. As for my father-daughter relationship I have a feeling that he wanted a son due to him acting rather uncomfortable around me, deep down I know he is crazy protective of me though I can just tell. Now I know every family is different and has its own struggles but for my family our Facebook status would defiantly be 'it's complicated.'

The only family memory that I cherish and distinctly remember was the day I turned 13 years old. Mom, Dad, and Wilkinson sat at the large mahogany table with a couple small gifts wrapped in purple and blue (my favorite colors) wrapping paper. I opened them up carefully making sure that I didn't destroy the posh wrapping job and I was thrilled to have gotten the complete set of the Harry Potter book series, the new iPhone, and a slick dark purple rip-stick. As I was unwrapping my dad left the dining room to get what I thought was the cake, but to my surprise he came back with my final present... a Bernese mountain dog puppy. I almost cried at the sight of him and thanked my parents most graciously, they then explained that the reason behind the dog was so I could have some company and a companion as I transfer from middle school to high school. They then broke the news that I would be attending Coolsvile Prep meaning I would be away from Peyton. From that day on Hank (which was what I named the dog) and I were inseparable, my parents were right the connection one has with a pet, especially a dog in my case, was an important one as he did indeed help me get through my years at Coolsvile Prep.

A/N Please enjoy this picture of a Bernese Mountain dog they are the best I have one at home and so I decided Carter would have one too. Also I apologize in advanced for an spelling, grammar, or punctuation in this story I am an engineering major not an English major, also I'm very sick so the story might be off because of that too. I hope you guys enjoy and please leave some feedback. In addition I've decided to put a song in every chapter from now on, so I hope you like my taste of music because I firmly believe listening to music while reading makes the experience so much better. More chapters coming soon...