The O'Connell boys

"The bad news - nothing lasts forever.  The good news - nothing lasts forever" . . . "Ah" I screamed as I was lifted into the air and plopped down on someones lap. I turned around and glared and the culprit, Karma, my 'best friend' how dare he. I hit his shoulder then climbed off his lap, the two of us had been fighting about weather batman or superman was better I argued batman and he argued superman he then started tickling me so I attempted to run. clearly that didn't turn out to well. "what'd you do to her this time Karma?" our other friend Layla asked with a spatula in hand as she whipped flour and cookie dough batter off of her apron, us two idiots ran past her to the kitchen to see no sign of cookies anywhere we turned around to look at Layla so see her smirking I decided to ask the dreaded question to my baking friend."are there cookies or are you torturing us???" "there are cookies" before the two of us could jump for joy she continued "in the oven." us two then walked back to the living room to sulk we were there for all of 30 seconds before our blue haired friend followed, she plopped down on the two of us and we groaned in response. the red haired boy we call Karma moved her legs to a better position as I just played with the blue hair that was chilling in my lap. this position had been kept for the last 10 minutes and my parents decided to ruin it by calling me, I took one look at the contact and ignored it, when they'd called 22 times I finally answered it. I answered the call, "whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttt" I spoke, my word stretched for annoyed emphasis. "Come home now, young lady." My foster mom said back quickly.  I then asked why. My care taker who we'd nicknamed 'foster b***h' responded with an annoyed "Because I said so." and hung up the phone. "the hell" I said this as I pushed the girl laying in my lap off and walked over to the door to put my shoes on, "where are you going" the red haired boy asked trying the keep the girl on his lap from meeting  the floor with her face."the foster b***h called, she wants me home." the blue haired girl then asked "why is she such a bitch." I responded to my friend with a sarcastic "she probably hasn't had her husbands stick of a d**k up her a*s in a while." as I walked out the door hearing laughs, I shouted "I LOVE YOU" and got in unison "LUV U TOO" I then shut the door and walked to my motorcycle. . . . When I got home my foster parents were sitting on the ugly brown couch we have in the middle of the living room not 3 seconds after I walked into the house foster b***h said "Sit down" I looked at her and sat on the floor where I was previously standing. "on the chair Kat." she said in the most annoying high pitched voice ever, not wanting to hear it anymore I did as I was asked, the second I sat down she said "your birth father called"  That, felt like a knife to my gut. The b***h then had the audacity to continue "the three of us, your birth father me and your foster father that is, have decided to have you live with him" Make that, a burning knife! "for your senior year of high school and the remainder of your junior year..." Hey burning knife, look who joined the party: a bullet!!! Apparently she wasn't done torturing me yet, 'cause she then said "you'll be moving in with him by the end of the week." Okay, yep, I'm dead.