"ALYSON!" screeched her foster mother Tracey, she glanced up at her alarm clock, bleary eyed, and realized she had fallen asleep at her computer, and it was nine am.
"Coming!" Alyson yelled back and rubbed her eyes. She glanced at her 'pop star' calendar, 'wait a sec, today's June twentieth, my thirteenth birthday', she thought happily. Knowing this madder her much perkier, she quickly put on her hot pink robe and hurried down the stairs. Alyson pushed through the swinging kitchen door, her foster mom was lounging on the futon couch, cucumbers on her eyes, and headphones on her ears. "Alyson! Put some bacon on the stove", ordered Tracey, turning up the volume on the cd-player. Alyson just rolled her eyes and shuffled into the kitchen.
Lately, all her adoptive-mother had been eating was meat, it was part of a new 'diet' she was doing. Just as she had put the bacon in the pan, her two foster sisters Lorraine and Shelby come thudding into the kitchen, Shelby pushed Alyson out of the way to get a cereal box off of the self. Alyson fell into the corner of the counter, which jabbed her in the side. "Oops, sorry," laughed Shelby, high fiving her sister.
Alyson clamped her mouth closed so she wouldn't say anything that would get her into trouble. Her eyes were blazing as she opened the door to the refrigerator. Just then Shelby and Lorraine started screaming.
"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" screamed Lorraine, clinging to her sister.
When Alyson turned around the fire went out, leaving behind burnt and charcoaled pieces of bacon. Alyson ranb her hand over the stove, and it suddenly caught fire again, the sisters shrieked again. Alyson ran her hand over the stove once more and the fire immediately went out. "It's you," whispered Lorraine,
"you did it!" accused Lorraine,
"who did what?" demanded Tracey, her five inch Manolos clanked against the tile as she waddled over to the stove.
"Alyson set the stove on fire," said Shelby quickly, a sly grin on her face.
"Now did she, well, go to your room, and no breakfast OR lunch! And you are to stay there!" ordered Tracey, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her out of the room.
Alyson trooped up the stairs, rubbing the side of her head, having no idea what was about to befall her.
A/N: Hey, I hope u guys like this chapter, it's my first fanfic, I'll try and update as soon as I can, but I have an Africa project that I have to do also. LUV U!
