It's hard living in a foster home, especially when you don't understand half the shit your foster parents say, but I guess that's what happens when you're dropped as a baby….wait was I dropped as a baby? Eh to mainstream to remember, oh well maybe next time, oh yeah the names lina, short for Celina but no one needs to know.
'Lina…lina…lina…lina….lina…lina…..lina' oh everyone this is the voice inside my head I call her bloncka
'LINA!' I bolted out of my head and finally realised that my "mother" was talking to me 'yes Sharon darling?' I said acting posh and making my lips bend down my face to look retarted 'I asked if you were excited to be the new made at that big mansion on the hill tomorrow night' 'what is the polite way of saying I couldn't possibly give a shit what you ask me'
My little brother laughed and my father scowled at my immaturity no surprise there linaBLONCKA!
'NOW LINA THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR MOTHER!' as usual my father is yelling at me 'IT IS VERY UN-LIKE'
'look daaaaad I don't have enough middle fingers to show you how lady like I am'
Slap!
'lina…go to your room'
I got up and stared at them with hatred in my eyed
Even I felt that lina
So did I and I do believe I should go to my room
I left, to pack my bags
We can jump on your bed!
Yes we shall
'NO JUMPING ON YOUR BED LINA!'
There goes that thought
When has it ever stopped us bloncka?
I smiled and went to pack my bags
I know its extremely short but this is just to show you the epilogue or something so if you want to read on you can but if you don't then you can leave, I will be writing more but only if you guys want to so REVIEWS!
p.s chapters will be much longer