CHAPTER 1 I
The House Of Horrors
Last year, after the war, my Uncle became President of our new country, the United Maleed Qartude. Since my mother and Father were close with that Uncle, we moved into the White house with him. It was a huge adjustment from our old cottage. My Uncle is Marcus Koralion
"Ma" I say. "Uncle George is terrible! Why must we move in?"
"Oh Honey! You are over reacting! He is not that bad! Since your sixteenth birthday was last week, he said her would buy you a car! Come on is that not the best?" she replied. I groaned.
"Hey don't groan! He said he wanted the best for his sweet Kate." she says frowning. "If you want you can have five of your closest friends over for a two day sleepover next week. Okay?"
"Sure! That sounds great!" I reply.
But on the inside I felt as if I were in the middle of a room screaming and nobody even stops talking to look up. Since my Father and Mother got divorced, my mother had to start working full time, we had to take in borders, my mother married a rich man; my Uncle, and I had to go to school three days of the week instead of five. The days of the week I had no school, I had to work as a waitress at Parker Warker Fish Dish. But those days are over. I am wealthy now. Where will go to school?
"Uncle Marcus said you will go to boarding school in Japan! Isn't that great?" says my mother. I hate her for marring my Uncle. Out of all the people in this world my mother has to marry the most nasty, awful, abusive person in the world. I was already angry, but boarding school! Japan is fourteen hours away from the UMQ!
"Honey, won't you like boarding school?" my mother says with a wide smile.
"I don't want to live fourteen hours away from home! Why did you marry such a brainless, fat, evil, Bas-" my mother cut me off.
"Hey! what did I say about swearing about Uncle Marcus?" she says. I watch her purse her lips.
"Swearing is for mindless barbarians with guns and enjoy making little children cry. Seriously I'm sixteen. Don't I have a right to say what I want?" I groan.
"Well your not out of college, married, and have five children do you?" I hear my brother Zachary scream from the car. I forgot he was even alive.
"C'mon hop in!" he shouts.
then I here him mutter, "Your in for a long ride."
CHAPTER 2
The Long Ride
As we pull up to the mansion I see my uncle wave. He helps us get out of the car. When he turned his back, I smirked. He smells like fish and soy sauce.
"Well, well, well, Lil' Kate. Eat dinner fast because you have to get on the Privet Jet in two hours." he says smiling. His false teeth are slipping off his gums. Then he laughs.
"I completely forgot to ask, which car would you like? A red but small one, or a blue but big one? But! They are convertibles!" I watch is plump stomach jiggle up and down as he cracks up. I also notice immediately how most men bald on top of their head, and have hair on the sides to back of their head. Well Mr. I'm so rich and everyone will wish they were me, is balding on the sides and has a little patch of hair on the top of his head.
"I'll take blue please." I say very soft. His tiny spectacles look retarded with how fat he is.
"You take dutch right?" he asks me and my brother.
"Ya," I say.
Well ninety percent of the UMQ speaks dutch. How do I say to everybody 'Everybody welcome my niece and nephew"?" my brother interups me.
"Ik ben een droevige Bodem,"