PLEASE DON'T KILL ME FOR NOT UPDATING! Hey Tiny Peoples! I have a major important question. What do y'all wanna be called? I know y'all probably don't like the names I've given y'all recently, so PM me or send a review or whatever. Just tell me what y'all wanna be called. Sorry about the constant use of the word "y'all" but I'm from Louisiana, and we kinda tend to say that often. No more time to waste, so here's chapter 3.

Chapter 3

Six P.O.V

I run into my room, and see paint brushes and many different colors of paint. I'll have to thank Tori later. I rush forwards and grab a brush and some black paint. I look around the room. Weird, 5 walls. I paint each wall black. On one of the plain walls I paint I silver color in stripes, so it looks like a prison cell, on the wall right across from where I will push my bed, I paint quotes in a blood red color, in cursive writing, on the wall with the door, I pain random pictures in a baby blue color, on the wall with my closet door and bathroom door, I pain every date I was in juvie or gotten out of it in a gold color, and on the wall that my bed will be pushed against, I paint every name I know that belongs to a person I know in every single color.

You see I actually have a photographic memory. I remember anything and everything. Hell, I know the president social security number after only seeing it once. The walls dried fast, so I was able to push my no-framed bed against the wall, push my dresser next to it, and start hanging up pictures I drew, maps, and any other important thing I need I glance around the room, when I notice something. When I look closer, I see it's the Wifi router! YEAH! I get to have the best Wifi in the house! "SIX! COME DOWN STAIRS, SO YOU CAN MEET YOUR IDIOT COUSINS!" Tori yells, and I run down stairs.

When I get to the bottom, I almost stop completely in my tracks. "Hey, fart brains!" I say to Uriah and Zeke. You're probably wondering how I know the two dumbest kids in America. Well, let's just say I was stuck, in a cell with those two idiots, for a month, before their mom bailed them out. Oh and let me tell you, they were more annoying that a four-year-old asking are we there yet over and over again. "SIX!" They yell as they jump on top of me, well, Uriah attempts to jump on me, but he missed and is on the floor.

"Are you sure I'm related to those two idiots?" I ask Tori as Uriah tries to get up. I said tries. She nods. "Yeah, they're Hana's children, and she wanted to get them away from her for at least 72 hours, so they are gonna stay with us for a few days." I'm a little confused at first. "Did you say 72 hours? Please tell me they aren't that annoying?" I say. I know they are annoying, but I've only been stuck with them for a month an in that month I made them sit in the corner and do nothing. And when their mom bailed them, Uriah had a bloody nose and Zeke was holding his junk because I kicked him "too hard" according to him because they disobeyed my rules. "Trust me, they're that bad." I nod and head upstairs to my room.

When I get there I see Uriah, fucking messing with my paintings. "Uriah, I swear to God, you have 5 seconds to fucking put down my paintings, or your hand will forever be up your ass, and I'll cut off your man hood, and staple it to your forehead! Have I made myself clear?" He nods with fear in his eyes while Zeke laughs his ass off. I send him a death glare, and he stops immediately. "Six, guess what?" Zeke says in happiness. I swear those two are Bipolar. "Um…let's see, you want to give me 1000 dollars, you want to sell me something, you have candy for me, you want me to stab Uriah in the eye with a butter knife, you want me to insult Uriah, you want me to shave your eyebrows off, you want me to steal y'all candy, you want me to hack into the school. Is that everything?" I say just to name a few things I wouldn't mind doing right now. "Close, school starts tomorrow, so we need to get you some supplies or have Tori get you some supplies." I start to yell every curse word known to man in French, until I yell a few sentences in English. "SHIT BALLS! WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO GO BACK TO THAT HELL WHOLE! I SWEAR I AM GONNA KILL A FUCKER! I FINISHED ALREADY! WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO FUCKING GO TO THE FUCKING FUCK WHOLE!" Then I start to go back to French. Yes, I do like to learn, but I don't need to go to another school where everyone knows who I am and what I've done.

When my French ramble cools down Uriah speaks. "That's a colorful langue you got there." I stare at him for a moment until I kick him in the balls, and he falls to the floor crying like a little girl. "Hey Uriah," I don't speak again until I can see his pained face. "grow a pair." Zeke starts to laugh as I walk down stairs to see if Tori can give me another tattoo, and dye my hair a few other colors. Both of my arms have arm sleeves, the juvie sisters were the last tattoo I needed to complete the right arm sleeve, I have my ravens across my collar bone, black and purple roses twirling around my waist, and a few quotes on my forearms. As for pricings I have one small nose stud, one lip ring, my right ear has two ear rings, and my left ear has three. I want to have one blue streak, one purple streak, one black streak, one red streak, and one half of my head to have black hair while the other will be my dull, curly blonde hair with the streaks. "Tori, can I have a favor?"

DON'T KILL ME! IT HAS BEEN A STRESSFUL YEAR SO FAR! Okay before y'all do kill me, even though I told y'all not to, I totally deserve it, I have an essay, art, and photography contest for school. I'm entering in the Catholic Daughters contest. That's right, I love baby Jesus! And my grades started to drop and I need to stop ranting.

With fear of death caused by readers,

Fourtris will last