Escape

Men in Black

I have to get out of here. I kept saying to my self. But how. There's only the time when I have to go to school, but I'm not rebellious to run away. I'm stuck in my parents house away from everything and everybody. I don't have a phone or anything in the house I could steal to get myself out of here.

If your wondering, why the heck would I want to get out of my parents custody, it's only because they aren't my real parents. They claim they are and they claim that they birthed me, but I have evidence. My real mother left a letter saying to do whatever I need to do to get out of the house I'm in. She said that she is still alive and so is my brother. My brother is just in a different Hell house.

"Rhea! Dinner is ready", yells the Hell house leader, Kristen. She's the one that is my "mother". "I'm coming", I yell back, annoyed that she interrupted my thinking. I go down stairs and noticed Kristen is wearing a mask that's probably for exfoliating her skin. Kristen works at a beauty supply at the mall that is specifically made for fair skin. Kristen is quite pale looking when I think about it.

Kristen looked at me in disbelief," Darling, what's going with your hair". She looked down at the mash potatoes she was plopping on my plate and started mumbling to herself. "My hair is just out. I don't know what the problem is", I said as a grabbed a baby carrot out of the fridge. "Well you know how I feel about you wearing your hair your "natural way". I think it looks much prettier flat ironed and in a ponytail", she said as she now put some steak and a fork and knife on my plate.

"Well it is my hair, Kristen", I said as I grabbed my plate and took a huge crunch out of the carrot and started going up the stairs. She hates it when I call her Kristen. She yelled at me and didn't talk to me for a whole month when I was in 5th grade, just because I refused to call her mom. My 5th grade teacher, Ms. Hatchet, even called ahold services and asked me if I'm okay with my legal guardian. I told my teacher yes, but she should still call child services just in case.

When I got up stairs, I looked down at my plate, I sniffed my food, and both, steak and potatoes smelt the same. I shook my head in shame. "Roxy", I called out to my pit bull and she came running in, in excitement. I took some mash potatoes and let her eat some. Roxy looked at me and then fell to the floor. Just great. Kristen tried to poison me again. Trust me, this was not the first time.

When I was 13, I was rushed to the hospital for eating ice cream because it had a food poisoning called, Campylobacter enteritis. I had severe stomach pains, migraines and a high fever for two weeks. Kristen and Dexter claimed they didn't know, but I knew they were lying. Dexter is my "dad" at the Hell house.

I got them back by getting ants to infest the house, so we had to live in a hotel for a month. It was a win, win. MI got to go in the pool everyday and Dexter had a buffet. Fun for everyone. Yet, Kristen hated the fact that we had to live in a hotel, so she only made us stay in suite for at least a whole week, and we only had a few more days to swim.

"Kristen! Something's wrong with Roxy", I said as I tried to sound like I was crying. I took some of the water from my cup on my nightstand, and put it under my eye to look like I was crying. Kristen came running up the stairs and saw the peaceful pit bull laying in front of me. "I tried to shoo Roxy away from my food, but she took a slurp of my mash potatoes, then this happened", I said as I kept "crying", and pointed to Roxy.

"It's okay. Just, uh, just get ready and I'll get you McDonald's", Kristen said as she tried to pick up Roxy and started to run back down the stairs. "I'll put her in a trash bag, then put her in the neighbors trash", Kristen yelled from down stairs. I giggled. Kristen would do that.

"Ready", Kristen said as I put on my shoes in front of the front door. "Yes", I said. Knock Knock. I looked through the peep hole and saw a superficial man dressed in a black suit and black, UV protectant sunglasses. I opened the door, and Kristen looked at me stunned. "Hello, I am Mark Kennedy of Social Services. I'm looking for Rhea Michael's".

A smile reached across my face. Kristen and Dexter are screwed.