This has got to be the hardest thing ive ever done...this week, chapter 3
I heard them come through the front door, since they 'had to get away'. THEY were gone for 2 days. Shit.....its my fucking birthday and they have to ruin it. I turn 17 today..im leaving,my grandparents bought me a house and furniture,and food, they gave me a new car, some money. Thank god they were rich. But that didnt mean they cared.
"Happy birthday Anne!" my grandpa yelled...im gonna miss it. I know they wont be around much longer.My cousin who was 14 was gonna live with me. See neither of us had the best lives in the world but hey...what is a person to do when they are confused about what life is supposed to be like.
"Red!" I screamed to her...she was one of my best friends. What? family can be friends to. "I got a surprise for you.Green Day tickets front row backstage passes. DONT ACT LIKE THE PREPPY CHICK YOU ARE WHEN YOUR EXCITED!. I said in a serious tone.
"Wait what?...You did! holy shit," she got cut off by my grandpa "Angeline! we dont talk like that here." "Yes I..the person who never does anything got green day tickets..well actually granpy here got them for me. But hey its green day right?"
See Reds real name is Angeline we....well I call her Red cuz when we were little I mean I was 12 and she was 9 we got this paint and she didnt know that your not sposed to get it on yourself or it will be there for a few days. BRIGHT red paint got all over her cuz she spilled it...well my brother spilled it..more like dumped it on her. So ever since then I called her red cuz she looked like a tomato. The reason shes coming to live with me is because her mom was put into the looney bin a year ago and her father had raped her. (sick basterd..he deserves to die) I feel so sorry for her you know? Yes I have had sex..but i wasnt brutally raped. Just to think of how it must be like to have that sick of a basterd in your family like that....GROSS!
*moving into the new house*
"Ok red you can have my new bed...I kinda like my old one...its comfy..and I cant stand to lose it."
"oh shut up I know why you dont want to give it to me...you had sex in it."
"now that is none of your buisness."
"Oh yeah and um about an hour ago a girl named Marie called your cell but you were at the old house getting all your shit."
"What Marie? Whatd she say?!"
"Calm down gilligan...skipper hasnt fixed his boat yet. She said that she has some of your stuff out of your locker and she'll bring it by later."
I told her to bring it up to my room when she got there and walked up with my laptop...coutesy of My Brother..at least someone got me a present i could use besides the house and car and stuff. I wasnt allowed to keep my old computer..I didnt want it anyway...My mother as she calls herself broke it. The whole thing got soaked with Pepsi all the keys were stuck and the tower was ruined.
I heard a knock at the door and knew it was her, Then I heard footsteps. Assuming it was red i unlocked my door and plopped down on my bed. I heard a thud which was a box full of my shit. Then the most beautiful voice I knew.
"Can we talk?" She whispered.
"Happy birthday Anne!" my grandpa yelled...im gonna miss it. I know they wont be around much longer.My cousin who was 14 was gonna live with me. See neither of us had the best lives in the world but hey...what is a person to do when they are confused about what life is supposed to be like.
"Red!" I screamed to her...she was one of my best friends. What? family can be friends to. "I got a surprise for you.Green Day tickets front row backstage passes. DONT ACT LIKE THE PREPPY CHICK YOU ARE WHEN YOUR EXCITED!. I said in a serious tone.
"Wait what?...You did! holy shit," she got cut off by my grandpa "Angeline! we dont talk like that here." "Yes I..the person who never does anything got green day tickets..well actually granpy here got them for me. But hey its green day right?"
See Reds real name is Angeline we....well I call her Red cuz when we were little I mean I was 12 and she was 9 we got this paint and she didnt know that your not sposed to get it on yourself or it will be there for a few days. BRIGHT red paint got all over her cuz she spilled it...well my brother spilled it..more like dumped it on her. So ever since then I called her red cuz she looked like a tomato. The reason shes coming to live with me is because her mom was put into the looney bin a year ago and her father had raped her. (sick basterd..he deserves to die) I feel so sorry for her you know? Yes I have had sex..but i wasnt brutally raped. Just to think of how it must be like to have that sick of a basterd in your family like that....GROSS!
*moving into the new house*
"Ok red you can have my new bed...I kinda like my old one...its comfy..and I cant stand to lose it."
"oh shut up I know why you dont want to give it to me...you had sex in it."
"now that is none of your buisness."
"Oh yeah and um about an hour ago a girl named Marie called your cell but you were at the old house getting all your shit."
"What Marie? Whatd she say?!"
"Calm down gilligan...skipper hasnt fixed his boat yet. She said that she has some of your stuff out of your locker and she'll bring it by later."
I told her to bring it up to my room when she got there and walked up with my laptop...coutesy of My Brother..at least someone got me a present i could use besides the house and car and stuff. I wasnt allowed to keep my old computer..I didnt want it anyway...My mother as she calls herself broke it. The whole thing got soaked with Pepsi all the keys were stuck and the tower was ruined.
I heard a knock at the door and knew it was her, Then I heard footsteps. Assuming it was red i unlocked my door and plopped down on my bed. I heard a thud which was a box full of my shit. Then the most beautiful voice I knew.
"Can we talk?" She whispered.
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