So as you know, I'm writing this new story. Only because I wanted something that's unique and different, something with an exciting plot. So I got this idea when I was sat bored in English, and I really liked the idea. But I'm not so sure if it's going to be realistic enough. But I might as well try. Hope you like it
My mum's the president of the United States of America. Yes, that's a weird place to start but you might as well know.You see the thing is that no one's knows, and I'm not allowed to tell anyone, I never hardly see her and I don't know who my dad is. So basically I'm almost an orphan. Except I live in care homes. But I haven't found a care home that's up to my standards, the best of the best. So I give a care home a week to show me what they've got, I literally give them all I've got. I argue with the staff, I argue with the residents and make their time with me a living hell. But I'm sort of on my last warning with my mum, she says if I don't clean up my act then they'll be trouble, whatever that means.
Oh one thing, I live in England. Where all the posh, self-absorbed people live. They all talk like their posh and it just annoys me so much. But England has its upsides, like people not knowing who I am. That's the reason I was shipped over here. Other than that I hate living here, people act like I'm thick just because I'm from America, I still have the accent after 5 years of living in the UK, what up with that? Living in a care home is great at times but then there are the…..unreasonable people who live there. The people who I 'take care of'. That sounds scarier than it is. I just call my mum and she takes them to somewhere, why should I care where they take them? I think my mum hates me, first she gives me the most dreadful name ever- Kathryn mar. (Which is spanish for 'sea') yes, my name is Kathryn sea. But actually I quite like that fact that my last name is Spanish. I can only speak half the language though, but it's better than just being able to only speak one language. I'm 14 years old, but I'm very mature for my age...
"JUST GET RID OF HER, MUM" I screamed down the phone. "I don't care if she's one of the best care workers in the UK, I HATE her, just get rid of her now" my mum sighed down the phone, and agreed to my option. Thank god. "Finally, thank you, yeah love you too….bye" and with that I hung up. Why was my mum so hard to persuade. I just wasted 5 minutes of my packing time. I can't wait to get out of this hell hole. Oh right, the place I'm talking about is my soon to be old care home, bone yard bay. No way was I spending more than a day in a place called 'bone yard' that's just death waiting to happen. "Hurry up Kathryn" Sam, my care worker called up the stairs. "Right just for calling me Kathryn I'm going to take twice as long!" I yelled back to him, I heard him groan and mutter something about me been a selfish brat. I packed up the rest of my things and took one look of my bedroom and ran out of the door. This new care home better get ready for me.
"You will behave better in this one won't you, Kathry-"I glared at him before he could say my full name. He cleared his throat. "Kathy." He said quickly after. I grinned at him "yeah for you I'll behave" bullshit! No way was I going to let some stuck of care worker take advantage of me and tell me what to do! Look out 'elmtree house' here I come!
So…was that okay?