I pack my suitcase. Why would they want me now? They've had 9 years! I don't know who they are! I hear a car pull up on the gravel. "Everlyn, they're here!" Auntie Becky says pulling me down the stairs, I swing my bag over my shoulder and tug my suitcase down the wooden staircase. In the door way stand a woman with bright blue hair, tie dye shirt, flowery jeans and doc Martians. Mum. A tall man stands next to her, his head shaved and huge piercings in his ears. Dad. "Ever, what up?" He says patting my back. "Nothing," I say not even looking at him. Mum crouches down and stares into my eyes, "forgot how pritty you are" she says smiling, they drag me and my stuff into the car. "Can I take my bike?" I ask, without a yes or no Dad wheels it up to the vehicle and dumps it in the boot before answering "Sure,"
