(This author's note was written when TotallyGaga was going crazy with boredom and lonesomeness, and could not wait another week to go back on .)
Hey guys! I'm writing this on the 19th of April! I have to wait until Sunday to stuff myself with chocolate and talk to you lot again, let's just say it's killing me inside! I got so bored and lonely I was actually asking my cat to help me write (She can't write for toffee!). As I have been left home alone almost every weekday this Easter holiday. I'm just writing this because it is helping me stay sane (not that I was before…) and because I lost my muse again! Stupid muse…
And THIS is the real author's note! I'M BACK BABY! God I've missed you guys! It's gonna take forever to get back up to date, I've got 1612 emails... But anyways! Thankyou for waiting! And thankyou to all those who wished me luck! You're the best and I missed you like hell!
Hannah's limo pulled up beside a modest house, two stories and painted a pastel blue.
"Pretty flowers," Hannah remarked as they passed the utterly perfect flower beds and shrubbery.
The hallway was small, there was a slim flight of stairs at the side of the room and a huge crucifix over the door.
"Oh good lord, of all the families you could have put me in, why give me the one that's devoutly Christian?" Hannah sighed.
She then walked into the living room. There was no TV.
The kitchen was large and quite modern, it was clear that this family liked food.
The master bedroom was boring and very cream. There were two stereotypical children's bedrooms, one pink and one blue.
"Is that a chastity belt?" Hannah gasped when she saw the thing in the pink bedroom.
With a sigh, Hannah picked herself up and sat in the dining room to read the letter the mother here had given her.
Dear Madam,
I hope you like what you see in our household. We hold cleanliness in high regard and you will be expected to do all the cleaning and cooking. In this house lives myself, my husband, and our two children: Jane and Michael. Jane is 7 and Michael is 14.
In my spare time I do the gardening, and I am very proud of our plants.
Hannah risked a glance out the window, the garden was pristine and perfect. "I suppose you are…" She muttered.
We do not own a television, instead we read bible passages to each other and go to church twice a week. We are very devout Christians and ask that you respect our beliefs.
"Why wouldn't I respect someone's beliefs? I'm not Quinn!" Hannah claimed.
I hope you enjoy your time here and use it to improve your life at home.
Yours sincerely
Danielle Wripp.
A car pulled into the driveway and Hannah got up to stand in the hallway.
A rather chubby, balding man strutted into the house first.
"Hello," He greeted. "I'm Phillip Wripp."
"Hannah Descouedres," Hannah replied, shaking his sweaty hand.
"These are my children, Michael and Jane." Phillip gestured to the two kids standing behind him.
"Hi," Hannah said, sidestepping the man to shake the kids' hands.
"Hi," Jane replied.
"Jane!" Phillip barked. "Don't answer back!"
Jane jumped. "I'm sorry sir."
"You should be, go to your room!" He shouted.
The girl gasped and bolted upstairs. Phillip gestured to the living room.
When they were seated, he began to question her.
"So, Mrs Descouedres, how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Not at all, I'm 18" Hannah replied.
Phillip looked shocked. "18? You must only have a baby at home!"
"No sir, I actually have 16 children, all adopted. I'm afraid your wife has a bit of a handful." Hannah corrected, secretly enjoying the look of shock on his face.
"How old are your children?" He asked.
"Well, some I don't really see as my children. But these are their ages: one is 14, nine are 17, five are 18, and one is 19."
"One of your children is older than you…?" Phillip said slowly.
"Yes, and he's the one you have to keep the most eye on. Your poor wife, I'm sure my children are crucifying her, I'm afraid."
…
"Are you hungry, Ma'am?" Thea asked Danielle.
"Yes I suppose I am," She replied. "When is family mealtime?"
"There isn't one, Ma'am, we just eat when we're hungry." Thea informed her.
"I see…" Danielle said, the size of the kitchen suddenly explained.
Five minutes later, Danielle was sitting on the couch, eating a sandwich.
"I'll get you for that!" Quinn yelled at the ceiling.
"Young man, why are you yelling at the ceiling?" Danielle asked.
"'Cuz Ash is in the air vents, dumb-ass." He replied.
"Hey! I demand you apologise!" She shouted.
"Why?" Quinn asked.
"Because you should respect your elders!" She shouted, smug that she probably won that argument.
But instead of the cowering and apologising she expected, Quinn started laughing so hard he fell on the floor.
"What's going on?" Morgead asked as he came into the room with Gillian on his shoulders.
"She… Told… Me to… Respect… My… Elders!" Quinn gasped out.
Morgead slowly put Gillian on the floor safely, then they both burst out laughing.
Ash dropped down from the ceiling, laughing too.
"What's going on?" Danielle screamed. "Why are you all laughing?"
Galen walked in. "What did you say?"
"Nothing!" Danielle replied.
Quinn - still chuckling to himself - beckoned Galen to come closer, where he whispered what Danielle had said, unable to allow his voice to get any louder.
Galen chuckled a few times, then shook his head and led Danielle upstairs.
"You haven't been shown your room." He claimed, and led her to a neat guest room near his.
"Thierry is putting you near me and Thea so we can protect you from the others." He said with a sweet smile.
"Thank you," Danielle smiled back. "You two are brother and sister, right?"
"Yeah,"
"May I ask you, why do so many people have crowns in this house?" That question had bothered her all day!
"Oh, it's just a running joke we have. Ash and Quinn said me and Delos act like royalty too much, so they got us crowns for Christmas, and tiara's to give to our girlfriends." Galen was mostly making that up on the spot.
"And you're girlfriend is one of the goth girls, right?"
"Oh, no! Keller isn't my girlfriend, just my friend!"
"Then why did you give her the tiara?"
Galen sighed. "Because I kinda like her, and she's my closest friend, and I knew it would kill her inside to be considered a princess. Besides, she looks cute in a tiara."
Danielle seriously doubted that.