My Life Story

PROLOGE

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story accept my OCs.

Well…that went better than expected.

My parents had just grounded me for sneaking off last night, trying to blow off some steam caused by my little brother David. So now, I was stuck at my house to do chores while everyone else left for the State Fair.

Perfect.

*************A FEW HOURS LATER****************

Where ARE they!? They were supposed to be back home more than an hour ago!

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

There they are! Got a little bit nervous there for a second. Probably just got stuck in some traffic.

I opened the door and there was a policeman wearing a Nevada State badge. He had a sad smile on his face, which made me just want to shut the door on him and never hear what he was about to say, but at the same time I was more, or less paralyzed in place.

Oh…Holy…Shit. My legs turned to jelly and I became unsteady; but I also started to break out in a cold sweat.

"Iris Curry, I presume?" His voice sounded calm but saddened.

"Y-Yes. Who are you?" I said with a trembling voice.

"I am Sergeant McGrath from the Nevada State Police Department. I hate to be the barer of bad news but I am here to tell you that there was…an incident at the state fair. Apparently an asylum escapee set fire to multiple parts of the fairgrounds injuring 50 and killing 20. 4 of those killed were your family."

"WHAT!" I managed to say though sobs of terror and shock.

This has to be a joke! Tell me I'm getting punk'd; PLEASE!

"I need you to go get packed. I'll be taking you to the Carson City Home For Girls soon." He put his hand on my shoulder to try and comfort me, but I just shoved it off.

"LIER!" I screeched. I ran up the stairs to my room and sobbed into my pillow.

"They can't... They...c-can't.." I managed through sobs.

About an hour and 30 minutes later I finally calmed down enough to pack. I got my brother's football bag and my sister's tote bag and started shoving my clothes into them. I used my suit case to put my things into. My make up, my art note book, my glasses case, some shoes, the Harry Potter series, my I pod, my netbook, and my phone, my chargers, a stuffed animal I'd had since before birth, all of my MARVEL comic books and some pictures.

I put on my white monkey jacket, my black wool biker gloves and my pair of black leather boots. As I brushed my dark brown hair, I saw that my eyes were like big red puffy balls, behind my glasses, witch didn't surprise me considering how long I was crying.

When I went down stairs I asked McGrath to help me get my stuff to the car. When we were done he said how sorry he was about everything and that I would love my new life.

He was wrong. At least...partly.

"Next stop The C.C. Home For Girls." he said trying to sound cheerful.

The worst 2 months of my life, where I was practically living in a hell hole on Earth.

*This is my first fanfic. Please send comments! :D

*The new edited version! :D