Adopted By AwsomeAlanna?!?!?!

Getting Home

"Wow. Youre fucking insane if you want that bitchy Riley." Sister Katherine yells at a youtuber, AwsomeAlanna. She's fucking insane. Sister Katherine I mean.

Hi, I'm Riley.

"I want her." Alanna said, and Sister Katherine answered right away. "Go fucking take her then. LEAVE." And we left strait away.

"As soon as we get home, I have to record a video, that okay with you?" She asks me, and I nod. "Oh, by the way, is that hair, natural?" She pointed at my light purple hair, and nod. I haven't talked in 10 years, yes 10. I haven't talk sconce I was two, that's when my dad started rapping me, and I ran away, or at least tried to. Then, I went to the adoption center. It fucking sucks. "You're fine if you're in it, right? The video, right?" And I nod. I scribble on a spare piece of paper, 'I just won't talk, and then it's her turn to nod.

We get home, and she starts talking to the camera, and I fall strait on the glass table, I guess the fainting pill Sister Katherine gave me is kicking in. Everything goes black, and I wake up to Alanna talking worrily to her camera again, and then screams at the sound of me saying her name, and then catches her breath. Her face is kind of disoriented because I was still dizzy from the pill. I start to smell my dad, and I get a flashback.

"Riley, oh Riley!" My dad shakes me so hard I feel like my eardrums will fall out. I smell the super-strong smell of red wine, Bud Light, and well, sex. He's half undressed, and of course I'm 2, so. Yeah.

I wake up screaming, Alanna nearly had a heart attack, and I realized I was screaming for like, 5 minutes strait. Yeah, sorry Alana.