By Sunday night, I was moved into my new home. Rose and I now shared a room, even though there was a completely fine guest bed room that I could've used. Sharing a room with Rose must be fun, so I wasn't going to argue.
Once I am settled, I lay down in my bed and cuddle with my kitty while Rose texts people on her phone, and things like that. She plays with her hair as she lays on her stomach, and goes through her Instagram newsfeed. I hear her phone go off quite a lot.
After about a half an hour of us sitting in our room like that, Rose shuts off her phone, and sits next to me on my bed.
"Are you ready to be spoiled rotten?" she asks me with a cheeky grin on her face.
"Spoiled?" I ask her. No, I'm not ready to be spoiled, I'm ready to go back home.
"Yeah! Mom and Dad both get us almost anything we ask for. You're probably gonna end up with an iPhone 6 just like I do, probably by, I would say, tomorrow," she says, tapping her phone screen, and she shrugged.
"But, I like the phone I have," I say with an unsure tone, and peer down at my cracked phone. I had dropped it at school one day, and thankfully only the back of it was cracked. It still looked like a mess, and I desperately wanted it replaced.
I hold it by it's corner, and drop it into the floor, and lay back onto my bed, huffing. I look at the wall to see the giant flat screen TV hung up on our wall.
"Do you have Netflix in here?" I ask Rose.
"Duh," she says, and turns on the TV, and commands her Xbox one to turn on. Once she does so, she picks up a controller and turns on Netflix.
"Here you go," she says, and hands me the controller.
"Thanks," I say flatly, and play my favorite movie; The Hunger Games.
. . .
When I come home from a long day of school, Mom hands me a new phone, just like Rose had told me she would. It was an iPhone 6, just as suspected. It's going to be hard for me to get used to living in a rich family.
"So, you would have to put all of your phone numbers into your new phone, because I got you a new phone number. I want you to put all of your phone numbers in there, except your old parents," Mom says. I froze. She did not just tell me not to put Mother and Randy's phone numbers in my phone.
"It's my phone," I say rudely. Mom squints her eyes at me.
"I don't care," she says. Her words blow through me. It sounded like she had just threatened me, even though she hadn't.
"Okay," I squeak, and take out my old phone from my back pocket. I put in all of my contacts into my new phone, with Mom watching closely. Once I finish putting in all of my contacts, except Mother and Randy's, I close my old phone, and open my new one.
It was so much bigger compared to my tiny iPhone 4. Yes, I had an iPhone 4, and no, not even a 4s. I am adjusting to the rich life, alright?
Dad walks up to me, and he's holding a hammer.
"Let's go smash your old phone," he says, chuckling.
"Let's," I say, and run out the front door with him.
Once we are both standing out in the long driveway, I place my phone onto the pavement.
"No, you've gotta slam it onto the ground," Dad says, and picks up my phone and hands it to me again.
"Okay..." I say unsurely, and throw my phone on the pavement as hard as I could. The screen had cracked quite badly, and the home button had fallen out.
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Wolf Girl
مستذئبA wolf-girl who was abandoned by her real mother when she was only a young pup, has to learn how to live on her own the first two years of her life. One day, a married couple comes along and takes the girl in, and raises her as their own daughter. C...
