Ok, so I decided to Re-Do this story! I feel like I rushed into too many things and I just wanted to make this the best it can be! Thus begins, the Re-Do of You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home!
I stared outside the bay window in the upstairs bedroom. I didn't know why I was here, I just know that I was and that I couldn't do anything about it. When I was 2 I was put in this home. Forced to live under a new care and forced to call these two neandrethals my brothers. First, there was Luke, he was 17, mean, scary, stupid, mean, scary, anything related to the words. Jake is Luke's brother by blood, so of course he's Luke's favorite. He's also his little minion, and guess who he brainwashed Jake into thinking the villian is? Me. Jake and I are the same age, but Jake is practically a baby to Luke. Jake can beat me up 'till I look like a blueberry, but when I accidentaly scratch Jake, Luke decides I'm the bully and...well...you can guess what happens after that.
Our foster Mom doesn't do anything because she's too busy working. She owns 'Big Apple's Pies', the best pie bakery in New York, New York. She works from like 6:00 am to 9:00 pm. So, I'm at the mercy of Thing 1 and Thing 'Duh'. I looked out and saw the neighbors playing outside in the almost snow covered yard. Those kids used to be my friends, but they met Luke and...well...you can piece it together from there. Luke likes to keep the ac down to a freezing 63, since he has football after school and he needs the cool air to relax afterwards. Jake doesn't care since Lue just about piles the blankets on Jake, so the baby gets taken care of. But what about me? You're wondering? Well, I'm here. Probably seconds away from a cold. Now, I'm sure most of you are like, 'Put on a jacket then!' well...Luke hid all of mine. In a dumpster...on the other side of town...two weeks ago. I was jealous of those kids.
There were two kids and two teens. One boy kid and one boy teen; one girl kid, and one girl teen. They all seemed so happy and caring of eachother. I wish I had something like that. I looked to a poster of mine on the wall.
That was the Daven-Cycle. I'd kill to have one or even ride one! It was invented by the best inventor in the entire world! Donald Davenport. I'd love to have a family like his. From what I hear, he has 3 boys and 1 girl. I wouldn't mind being the youngest in that family. Of course, any 8 year old would kill for the perfect older brother or sister. But I'm stuck with the warden and the K-9 unit.
"Hey Shrimp! Get down here!" Speaking of the warden. Great, I get to continue my day in absolute hatred. Yep, this is my life, and when will it change?
I know this was short, but most prologues are! Happy 4th of July and enjoy this new Re-Do story!