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Chapter 1: Get packing cupcake

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I stared angrily at the polished wooden door in front of me, as I dragged my luggage from the cab and onto the unnaturally high porch. Or was that just because I was so stupidly short? Either way I didn't knock just thought about the twist of events that brought me here.

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Flashback 2 days ago

"DO YOU HATE ME OR SOMETHING?"

Was exactly what I screamed at my mother, who was currently sitting at the table of our small apartment digging into the Chinese take-out bin with her chopsticks. She stuffed some of the Loman in her mouth and chewed slowly. After swallowing her caramel eyes wandered back to me.

"No, I'm messing with you." Her voice was sarcasticly monotone as she rolled her brown orbs.

My voice was just as sarcastic and sugary sweet. "You are? Good, because only a horrible bitch would send there child HALF-WAY ACROSS THE DAMN WORLD!"

I guess you could say I had a bit of a temper.

She slammed her take-out box on the table and stood in front of me where I was currently leaning across the small table, eyes narrowed. We were roughly the same height, but my mom had an inch on me coming in at 5'0, while I stood at 4'11. Damn shortness.

"DO NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT LANAE MARISSA JOHNSON! WATCH YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!"

Yeah I got my temper from her.

"Fine!" I hissed.

She calmed down slightly and sat back down. "I am sick and tired of you anger issues, and I think sometime away from Bre'Ann, Matthew and Melissa would help."

Bre'Ann, Matt and Melissa were my best friends, have been since we were in diapers. BreAnn was a quite sweet heart while Melissa was a loud mouth mischievous trouble maker much like myself.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I placed my hands on my hips and glared at my mother. She mocked my stance and challenged me with her eyes. I knew it was right to back down but I didn't.

"I love Melissa like a daughter and I love you but the two of you together are horrendous together. Plus I think you too are actually starting to rub off on Bre'Ann, and I'm starting to worry about Matt's sanity." she sighed. I snorted and crossed my arms.

BreAnn isn't as sweet as everyone seems to think she is, just for the record. Everyone know Matt's nowhere near sane, and Melissa and I are a bit out of hand, but it's not like we would ever commit murder. Well actually she has attempted to a few times...

"So, what's your point?" I asked.

"My POINT is that you need to learn some respect! And the Robinson's will do just that, without wanting to strangle you!" she exclaimed.

"So you want to strangle me?" I asked lifting an eyebrow.

"Sometimes." she shrugged.

"Good to know." I mumbled sarcastically. My mom was cool, but we were way too much alike. Sarcastic, feisty, stubborn, yet caring (for the most part), and very, very short.

"You leave in two day's get packing cupcake." she resumed her eating and I scoffed.

"There is no way on earth that I will under any circumstances go stay with a bunch of strangers for three months."

"Yes you are! I am the parent and you are the child and I run this, Ok?"

Anger. That was the only emotion coursing through me right know, and when I'm angry I have no control over what I might do or say.

"I wish dad were here!" I blurted out hotly.

Surprised was the only way to describe her face. Dad was still a sore subject for both of use and I was surprised I said that. After all it's only been 6 months.

6 long horrible months.

"Me too." her voice was nothing but a whisper as tears pooled in her eyes. My eyes emitted there own wetness and I scolded myself.

NO. I havn't cried in six months. Crying is a sign of weakness and I won't be weak.

I spun on my heel and ran upstairs to my small room making sure to slam the door so it shook on it's hinges.

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"What?!?"

I sighed into the phone as Melissa's outraged reply came through the device.

"Yes, my mothers horrible!" I moaned.

"Why would she take my partner in crime away! Who the hell is going to bail me outta jail now?!?" she whined.

I laughed at that one because she was always in juvie. Not that I havn't shared my fair amount of time there.

"I thought she would change her mind by now." Bre'Ann muttered sounding rather dejected.

"Me too." after the words left Matt's mouth there was a loud bang and I knew he fell...again.

"Matt." I stared with a sigh. "Try not to put yourself in a coma while I'm gone." I gave a dry chuckle. I was gonnna miss him hurting himself all the time.

"Okay, try not to put anybody else in a coma." he mocked.

"This sucks" Bre concluded. I nodded solemnly even though they couldn't see me.

"Nae!" Mom yelled.

I sighed and told my friends I would call them when I got to this hellhole. Grumbling an 'I'm coming' to my mother's call I headed on to my journey to hell.

*End of flashback*

And that's how I ended up on the wooden porch of the Robinson's house staring at the brown empty peephole as the old door creaked open.

Hey guys it's been a while. for whoever is still reading! 

As you can see this story is under MAJOR construction because going back and looking at it is just horrifying! I was unbelievably immature when I'd started this book and I do plan on updating however it may take some time.  So for those like two people out there please just be patient with me.

If wattpad would stop deleting my edited versions of these chapters then maybe we can progress but until the you've got to work with me.

The first chapter will only be edited not changed, the following chapters however will be changed drastically.

And as far as casting goes, I don't think you can capture characters with just one person. Therefore I will be posting pictures of different people for the same character. Or if i think they're cute/pretty lol (soon as i figure out how to do that). Until then let your imaginations free and whatnot. Also if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know!

THANKS FOR READING.

Picture is of Kendall Jenner.