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In a week, both my parents died, and now I have to marry him?! Oh hell yes!!!
Chapter TWO-
Stella:
I laid down on my double bed and stared at the white ceiling.
10. Dad died. Bullet to the head whilst he was chasing a gang in his police car.
11. Mum was shattered
-and what I didn't know, was exactly HOW shattered she was, as I fell into a deep sleep-
------the next morning-----
BANG!
My body shot upright as the noise echoed through the house. I heard Christie run down the hall towards mums room.
"mummy!!! what was THAT?!?!??!" she screeched and I heard her slam mums door open before screaming in terror. Oh no. I jumped out of my bed and lunged at the door before running down the hall towards my mum and my 7-year-old sister. I saw the carpet drenched in a red liquid but took no notice in it as my sister continued screaming. "WHAT?!?!" I screamed, annoyed, before I turned my head to see mum on her and dads bed, a gun next to her limp body. I saw a note. I screamed with my sister and grabbed the note when I stopped. Christie stopped when she saw the note in my hand, but still hyperventilated as I un-folded the white paper and read it aloud.
"Dear Stella and Christie,
I am really sorry I have to do this to you both, I really am SO sorry. *tear mark* but I have to be with your father. I can't live without any of you, but I desperately hope you can live long happy lives without me. Don't cry for me, by the time you read this, I will be happy once again. Be strong and brave for me, PLEASE?!?!?!
I love you so much,
*tear mark*
Mum xoxoxoxo"
by the end of the note, we were both tearing up, but we did not cry. Mum told us to be brave. We took deep breaths and grabbed the phone on her partially bloody bedside table, before I dialed "000". The phone was picked up by a calm male operator.
"police, fire or ambulance?!" he said quickly, in case we were in a rush. "Ambulance please." I sobbed into the phone. The line dissconnected or whatever it does when it transfers the call. "But, she's already... You know... Dead..." Christie asked. "They have a morgue." Christie had watched a couple of NCIS tv shows before with mum, dad and I, so she knew what a morgue was. "ohh.."
-----Later on, while the ambulance are wheeling the body into the van-----
"I know this won't help much, but I'm sorry about your parents..." the social worker pitied us, but she had a job to do. Take Christie and I to an orphanage. *groan* we didn't answer her, we just watched as the navy bag on wheels roll into the white and red van. I looked down at the social worker, who was as short as I am tall (and I am VERY tall for 17, AND still growing). "We will have trouble finding you foster parents, and even more trouble finding adoptive parents, but we WILL try our best."
-----the new orphanage----
I looked at the two storey wooden house and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. eww. It was rotten and old and if beating another kid up meant I would be transferred, I would do so in the blink of an eye. A guy walked out of the building and almost changed my mind, until he pulled out a packet of cigarettes. I despise smokers. Nah uh, I'd rather beat a kid up. The hot-but-I-smoke guy looked around my age, so I might bash him up...
-----TO BE CONTINUED-----
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