My life is a living hell and my foster parents are assholes. I mean, I do one little thing wrong and their shipping me off to go live with my foster mom's sister.
They told me to get use to calling her aunt Michelle but, I'm not going to call her anything close to Michelle. When Emma, My foster mom, heard me once call Michelle a bitch. She pointed her finger at me and told me to never call her that again. Right then i wanted to tell her a certain place where she can stick her finger but, I kept my mouth closed.
"Ally are you ready?" Emma called from down stairs. And the torture begins.
"Yeah i'll be down in a few." I said with a bit of an attitude. I already knew what she was going to say next. So i started counting to ten. Just when i got to ten, Emma knocked on my door.
I smiled widely like i had just won a gold medal in the Olympics. My smile was admittedly wiped off my face when i saw Michelle A.K.A Curella De Ville standing outside my door.
I wonder what's she's doing here so early...