I opened my eyes at the orphanage. *Sigh* another day at this hellhole. I wish to escape this world. I hate it here. I just want to be a normal teenager. Mother, Father, the whole crap load. *Another Sigh* I really should get out of bed, because I hear yelling downstairs. Bad sign. I quickly get out of bed, and dress just as quickly. Then run down the stairs. When going down, I almost ran into Linda the foster home advisor. She is screaming at everyone in the whole freakin house. "what's wrong?", I ask." Shut up Alice!". Then she gets a good look of me. I look down and See me wearing a black Cami, and short jeans. She tells me to "Clean the whole house, and comb your hair, somebody is coming to look at you little brats and if your lucky enough they will not see the real side of you." And with that she storms up the steps. Maybe PMSing I thought. When I get to the bottom of the steps I see why she was spazing. I get a good look around the room. Something that looks like cheese is boiling over on the stove, there is Cheerios in the fish tank, and there is glass all over the floor. There are five kids in the house. Three of which are pre-teenagers. They pretend to be big grown up teenagers but the truth is that they just turned 12. They probably did this. I tiptoe up the steps to get shoes on so I can walk on the glass. But first I am going to raise hell with the 3 pre-teens. I go into the twins room. I see their white door with their names on it. Tiffany and Tina. Do not let their names fool you. Their names are sweet, but they are devils. I throw the door open, and scream "Did you do that downstairs?" "Oh whatever do you mean, Alice?" Tiffany says. "Just because your mom owns this place does not mean you can do whatever you want!" "I think it does", says Tina. "Now please get out, you have to clean the house and get ready for a person to look at you and say eww , she is a awful child." Tina says. "Yeah, just like your mother" Tiffany sneers. Tina pushed me out of the room. I go down the hallway to Jeremy's room. He is emancipated, but he has no where else to go. Out of all of them, I like him the best. I knock on his door. "Jer, you have to help me clean the house." "No", he answers though the door. Ugh. Looks like I have to do this all by myself. Like always. The other two kids in the house are 18 and they never come out of their rooms. I think there names are Rees and Vladimir. Oh well. An hour later the house is spotless. I run up to my room to get dressed before the 'maybe' adopters come. I was just beginning to brush my blonde hair when I looked in my eyes. They were purple. I was the only one in the world who had natural purple eyes. I love them, but never mind I was not the only one in the world who had purple eyes. My mother or father probably had them. Well Screw them. Just then I hear the doorbell ring.