So, most teenagers would be delighted to find out that they get to move away from their parents. I, on the other hand, am not.
I will admit, I live a nice life. I mean, I know my parents have had a hard time since the economy has been going down the toilet fast and all, but I never thought it would get this bad. It could never get this bad.
Yesterday my parents asked to speak to me. I went (well, more like tripped) down the stairs to see what they wanted. "Sit down Bella." My father, Charlie, requested. I did as he asked. Something wasn't right. I could feel it. "What's up?" I asked in a wary voice. "Honey," my mother started, "You know how hard it has been for your father and I lately. With our company's stocks plummeting on the stock market money is scarce and things are getting bad sweetie." Her voice sounded as if she was on the edge of tears.
"So..." I wasn't trying to sound all bitchy and spoiled, but unfortunately that's how it came out.
"Bella, we are giving up custody of you." My father said in a defiant voice. "WHAT? Your kidding me!" I screamed! There's no freaking way they would give up custody of me. Its not that bad. It can't be that bad! "You will be going to live with your aunt Deana in one week. She has gratefully offered to adopt you and give you a home. Isn't that nice of her?"
"One week dad? One week? How freaking long have you been planning this? Did you not care to inform me? What did you think 'oh lets wait one shitting week before we ship off our only daughter to go live with the aunt she despises and tell her so she has no way to get out of it'? Was that it dad?" My voice was getting hysterical and tears were spilling out of my eyes. "Bella, my dear, it isn't like that! This is what is best for you. Your mother and I can no longer offer the proper care for you and you aunt Deana is so happy to have you come to live with her. She has been nothing but nice to you your entire life and I don't see why you hate her so much."
" Yeah, because telling me that I'm evil because I listen to Slipknot and because I have 'a mouth that is unfit for a young girl' is the nicest someone could ever be to me. Well, you know what? I have a few things to say to her that will make her head spin father!" I spit out "father" with so much venom I could have sworn I saw purple spit flying out of my mouth. "Isabella Marie Swan! You WILL be nothing but kind to your aunt. She is doing you a big favor and if I get word of you causing her any trouble I will make sure you will go into an orphanage!" My mother yelled with emphasis. I was shocked. They can't be serious! Can they?
Yes, they can.