I heard "Roar" by Katy Perry blast out of my phone in my half-asleep state. Grumbling, I turned over, getting tangled in the gray, slightly- stained sheets on the bed owned by my current foster family, the Batchelders. My white, cracked iPhone contradicted itself. As I reached my limp hand out to answer the call, the phone went dark and silent. Rolling my eyes at my phone's ability to annoy, I stood up, stretching my legs for the first time in hours. As I attempted to walk over to the phone charger, I tripped over a lonely shoe.
As I hit the ground with a thud, another foster daughter, Maya, woke up.
She turned on the light in the bedroom that we shared and complained, "Can't you just be quiet, Maximum? My god!" Then her head plopped back onto the pillow.
I shot her the bird even though she'd fallen back asleep, and plugged my phone into the outlet. As it vibrated, I staggered back to the bed, diving under the covers.
The next morning, I woke up to my foster mom screaming at me. I leapt up, rubbing my eyes to clear my vision.
"What's going on?" I asked Ella, my other foster sister.
"What's going on?! You stole my new microscope that I got from Itex!" my foster mom shrieked.
"I didn't! I couldn't care less about your precious microscope!" I answered, angry for being called a thief. I mean, sure, I still when necessary, but I wouldn't just take a freaking microscope for no reason!
"How about this…" Ella reasoned, turning to our foster mom, "You can search this bedroom. If you don't find it on Max's side, she's off the hook. Alright?"
"Fine, Ella. But if I find it, Maximum's out of my house," my foster mom said.
As she shuffled through my clothing drawer, her hand grabbed something metal. She picked it up and screamed when she saw that the glass on it was cracked.
"You're out! I'm calling your social worker!" she shouted, hurrying to get her phone.
Once she left, Maya whipped her head around to smirk at me. "I'm going to miss you, Maximum. You and your scrawny chicken legs, oily hair, and weak arms."
Ella gasped. "You set her up!"
Maya laughed meanly. "Um, duh!"
Without warning, Ella leapt at Maya, tackling her to the ground. Maya rolled away, pushing herself up to stand. I stood there, frozen, and unable to move. Maya threw herself towards Ella, raking her fingernails down Ella's face. Mrs. Batchelder came back right as Ella's foot connected with Maya's stomach, forcing her to fall and collapse.
"What is going on here?!" Mrs. Batchelder shrieked.
A/N: Sorry that it's short :( Will update again in two days!