Hitting it off

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"You're a prick." I stated as I stare at the boy. Why would you have balls to smirk at me? maybe he's a prep. No, he's a jock right?

"Lovely. and you are miss?" he stated calmly, although you could see that I angered him. Funny.

"Amber. But to you mister it's Penguin Am." I smirked at my childless. what? I like penguins, grow balls you big baby.

Raising his eyebrow he stared at me. Hey at least I have a heart to like a animal! "Interesting." he muttered.

---later that ride---

I swear I'm going to kill jake. poke. why does he keep poking me? poke.

Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. One more time hoe. Poke. "What?" I ask out of irritation. He's been poking me for forty five minutes now.

"Hii. I like tacos!" he giggled like he was five years old. what the..? but those tacos now. Whole different story.

"I love tacos! and the best part is when your riding a unicorn after. Then you get to slay a zombie!!" I exclaimed with my happiness! I looked at him and he had this look that said "where have you been my whole life?".

"Holy peanut butter lover!" he yelled. haha where the hell had this kid been my whole life?

---two hours later---

I learned that Jake is gay, and plays on the soccer team. fun! we have so much in common like he loves Kellin from Sleeping With Sirens! and so do I! He gave his number so I could at least get a app to text him off of.

We walk out of the plane into the crowded airport. getting stares as we continue walking. we walk to the lugage cart and get our or should i say his suite cases and my one. we walk towaards the front of the airport and we wait for a taxi. after what seems like forever we finally got one and we started to drive to our new home. while we were getting drove to our new house i looked out the window of the taxi and watched as all the amazing places zoomed by. i might as well enjoy it know may never happen again. before i knew it we pulled up to a nice looking house it was better than our last one. all i wanna know now is how did he afford this? it was white and averaged sized on the inside there was a normal living room a basement and a master bedroom. see a normal house.

"welcome to my new house you slut bag," my dad said with a big grin on his face.

"yea ok whatever so wheres my room." i said in a snooty way.

"your room my little whore is the basement." he said.

i walked into the living room and found the door that led down to the basement. know when a kid says there room is in the base ment you think great there room probubly sucks ass. not mine when i went down there i saw a finished basement. with carpet and a bathroom and that stuff. when i saw it i was shocked. i thought it was gonna be could and stone walls and stuff like that. but no. i opened up my suite case to empty my stuff but then relized i dont have a bed or any dressers or even a closet.

i walked back up stairs to see my dad grining.

"what the hell??? why are you so happy?" i asked.

"because you have to go to school tomorrow and i get the house to myself and that means i can do what ever i want and then you can clean it up when you get home" he said.

"you really are such a joyful man." i said sarcasticly.

he hit me in my back. not hard but it still hurt.

"what the hell!!!" i said.

"never use sarcasim aginst me." he said as if i just broken something.

"yes sir. so where are my school stuff? where is my school at?" i asked

" your school stuff well thats your own problem. your school name i dont know and how far i dont give a fuck." he stated.

"well joy ful!" i said with sarcasim.

shit. opps. with that thought he punched my arm. i could feel it start bleeding already. great nothing better than going to school as the new kid with bruses on my arms.

"o and Amber you tell any one i hit you or if you tell any one what i call you you will get hurt worse. its our little secret." he said while pulling my hair so my ear is right next to his mouth,i whimpered in pain and then tried to say okay but i failed. he kicked the back of my knees in so i would fall. when i fell to the ground he threw 20 bucks at me and told me to go get school stuff and that i had to be back by 3 and i must may him back one day.

i walked to the nearest store i could find and walked in. i lookded for normal school stuff paper pens pencils notbooks folders etc. after i bought them i walked back to the house were there was a mess waiting for me to clean.

"well look whos back. its the little skank." my dad said.

"yea yea what ever. now why the fuck did you make this god damn mess we all know i have to clean o yea because your gonna be like i didn't do it and yet your the only one here." i said back, after i said that i felt his fist colide with my face. great.

"clean god damnit" he said and with that he left.

i started to clean up what mess he made it wasnt as bad as its gonna be tomorrow but if i dont do what he says i get hit.

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I woke up slowly not knowing what time it was I grabbed my IPod and saw that it was three in the morning ugh might as well as get up now and make some food for the day.  I walked over to my bathroom to see it was a gold and blue color I turned the shower on and stripped while waiting I went to a door that held the towels for the bathroom and saw it had more than towels it had all the bathroom things I needed. Grabbing a towel and some shampoo and all that jazz heading back to the bath room the water was still cold wrapping the towel around me I walked back out and saw a door at the end of the basement, I stared at it but walked towards it and opened slowly to find it had all the things you needed for a bedroom. Nodding in approval of it headed back to take a shower and to make the scum some food the. head off to school.

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after I took a nice look shower I made some bacon and eggs sighing I grabbed some Bacon and head out to where ever I'm suppose to be.. Let's hope today is going to be okay.

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⏰ Last updated: May 26, 2014 ⏰

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