Surviving the Anderson boys

Chapter 1

           " You get your lazy ass out of bed or I'll drag you out y your hair!" That's the first thing that I heard every morning for the past 4 months. This is one of the longest times I have stayed in one foster home. Probably because in this foster home, there is nothing that bad that happens, just the morning yelling and telling me how worthless I am and the beatings that only happen once in a while. It isn't that bad, I would never want to ask my social worker to change homes because of the chance that I would end up somewhere even worse, But I guess that I can't even do that right, the principle called social services because the had suspicions that something wasn't right when I came to school with bruises. Anyway, I finally get downstairs after taking my bag of the floor and getting dressed in my black lace crop top and white ripped shorts, and see that my social worker is sitting on the coach looking at the empty bear bottles on the floor looking uncomfortable. Ha! That just shows that social workers don't know what the hell is going on.  " Hi there Lucy, ready to go?" She looked like she just wanted to get out of there. " Yeah, whatever." I said. Once we got in the car the criticizing began.

" Are you going to take out those pins in your face, or at least cover those drawings ."
" Tattoos, They are called tattoos and piercings."                                                                                                                          

" Well whatever they are, take them out. You don't know what these foster parents like. They could want a nice daughter who isn't a pain in the ass."

"I'll show you a pain in the ass." I muttered.

" what was that?"

"Nothing." I said knowing that this conversation wouldn't end well if I continued to talk to her.

The drive was terrible long after that. That was until we pulled up to a giant house that had to have coasted at least $5 million. Is this the foster house or is this a playboy mansion that was just waiting for a little girl to sell out. We walk up to it and my social worker knocked twice. A moment later the door opened to reveal a boy, he looked to be about 17 and had brown hair with dazzling green eyes. I'm not going to lie, he was extremely attractive, but my  thoughts then drifted to my boyfriend. I felt bad because I haven't thought about him for a while. His name is josh, He has blond hair with blue eyes that are almost as vibrant as mine. Although when you look into his eyes your sight is compelled to go to the face tattoo that is on his left cheek of a really cool tribal tattoo and then there is his nose piercing that matches mine. I too many tattoos to count, so I  don't. I have a nose piercing, a belly button piercing, and a tongue piercing.

Back to reality The boy, or should I say man, was staring at me, checking me out  and I'm not liking it.

" And who might you be?"

"Jake! Did you answer the door? Who is it?"

"  Uh yeah mom."

A middle aged woman came to the door and saw me, at fist she was shocked which didn't surprise me , but then, she did something unexpected. She smiled at me.

" Hello dear, you must be Lucy."

" Uh yeah." I said awkwardly.

" Come on in don' t just sand there outside the door."

" Um ok."

We walked inside and I was the one shocked this time, The inside of the house was just as amazing as the outside.

" Hello, I am Lucy's social worker. You must be Mrs. Anderson."

"Yes I am Mrs. Anderson, but please, call me Sarah. Hey boys, come meet Lucy!"

Then a group of boys came down the stairs tumbling over each other. When they finally landed I saw that each one of them were extremely attractive.

" These are my sons, The other Andersons."