Chapter 2
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"Life was meant for good friends and great adventures."
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My friends and my foster parents have been fighting for the past hour and a half and I only called them and hour and thirty-five minutes ago to help me and Layla hasn't stopped yelling for a second sense she started and I'm starting to worry for her voice, ohhhh look at that Karma has started again "YOU TWO ARE TERRIBLE PARENTS AND HAVE BEEN SENSE KAT WAS PUT IN YOUR CARE, AND IF YOU DON'T WANT HER THAT BADLY YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT BEFORE TAKING HER IN!!!!!!!!!!" Karma screamed at my foster parents, and wow that really shut everyone in the room up.
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Okay everyone has been sitting here in silence for the past 15 minutes and I'm getting sick of it so it's my turn "Okay" I said extending the 'ay' and now all eyes were on me "I've decided you're stupid for thinking I would agree to that and, I'm. Not. Doing. It. So sense this discussion is over, does anyone want some pizza?" Boy was I wrong to say that "No.It.Is.Not. You '' my foster mother said pointing a finger at me accusingly "are going to live with your birth father and THAT is final, so take your friends and start packing your stuff up cause you WILL be gone by Sunday" (Today is Friday.) wow didn't think she wanted me gone so soon, how rude.
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So Karma, Layla and I are currently packing up my stuff I already have all my clothes, all my books, all my posters and pictures from my wall, all my shoes, all my stuffed animals, all my devices consisting of a laptop a tablet and my phone all of which I paid for and hid from my foster parents for the last few years, I've also packed up all my drawing coloring and painting stuff, all my jewelry and all my stuffed animals of which I got from Karma or Layla and by got I mean stole from there rooms when I was at there houses without them noticing ;p Now all I have to pack up are my weapons consisting of guns, swords and knives which all have cases so it's cool. And I'm just gonna pack them up tomorrow cause I don't wanna tonight.
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Sunday
I woke up gasping for air pushing the blue hair out of my face, and kicking the owner of the hair in the leg so she would move, it didn't work, so I decided to kick the red-head too because why not kick both of them, neither of them even moved a cinemeter both crushing me with their death trap hugs around my waist, and I know they're only clinging to me because I'm leaving today but they should stop killing me because then they won't ever get me back if I die. UGH. okay I've had enough "GET OFF ME I'M DYING" hey it worked, they both shot up looking around with drool on their cheeks and hair sticking to their faces, they look like ridiculous idiots, but my ridiculous idiots.
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"Morning" chirped the blonde of whom we call 'foster b***h' cause she is a b***h but that's not the point the point is, she's happy, I haven't seen her happy sense I moved in. It's almost, nice, NAH. "So here's the decided plan: you and your friends will drive out to your father's place with all your stuff. Your friends will stay a week to help you adjust then they'll go back to their homes, and you will stay." the b***h said this with such a huge smile you'd almost think that her face would get stuck like that. My friends of course looked about ready to kill her but I did take the non-homicidal route and put my hands on each of their arms to calm the fuckers, luckily it worked.
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Okay so we've loaded up Karma's truck and my motorcycle was brought out there yesterday so now it's time to say goodbye to my foster 'parents'.........."So" I say extending the 'o' "bye" I finished waving, "and thanks, you may not have cared what I did but you put a roof over my head for years and gave me food, you gave me an opportunity to meet some great people and have great adventures, so if not for you I wouldn't be who I am today, thank you, for everything." as I said that I got into Karma's truck and as we drove away I almost thought I saw a tear fall from my mother's eye, huh maybe she did actually care. Wait, hold the f**k up. Did I just call her my mother?!?!?!
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"We've been driving for hours, are we there yet" I said this with a sigh, "We'll be there in ten minutes don't get your panties in a twist" as Karma finished that sentence Layla took it upon herself to hit him upside the head. "OW, jeez Layla don't hit the driver." "Finally here thank god Karma you haven't stopped once in three hours my god man."
"If you wanted out so bad you only had to say it."
"UGH I hate it when you're right."
"Oh babe i'm always right."
At that me and Layla fell on the floor laughing. When our laughing fit was over we walked up to this house, sorry scratch that, not house, f*****g mansion. "so, your dad is rich as f**k Kat."
"Please tell me we're at the wrong house."
"ring the doorbell and see-" before she could finish her sentence the door opened up and there stood a tall man who looked to be in maybe his sixties or late fifties, he had a full head of gray hair, and piercing blue eyes. scary. "uh-" in the middle of my 'uh' the guy said "Kat I presume." "Yeah that's me." I said this with a stone cold face. He extended his hand inside of the house and said "This way, I'll send someone out to get your bags and put them in your room, follow me." When he was done talking he started walking. and Layla took it upon herself to say "so Kat's dad is rich???" and before the butler dude could answer I said "If money's where you find happiness you'll forever be poor" I said in response so she said in a sarcastic and snarky tone "Really you're resorting to quoting NF now, wow, that's low, even coming from you." as I was about to retort we stopped walking and stood in front of huge wooden double doors and the butler guy said as he knocked on the door "sir your daughter and her friends are here." and the response we heard was simultaneously complaining and a muffled 'Send them in' so I took it upon myself to push open the doors and walk in ahead of the rest, what I saw I was not expecting...
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