I t was a Monday, and Mtv blared loud in the living room. The last 5 minutes of the Music Mix played. All 10 of us misfits sat on the "U" couch, chiilin. To any outsider, we looked like a bunch of rich kids enjoying their parents hard work. But, in the trashy, scum infected town of reality, Vilho and Viltori were cutting open the couch cushions with exact-o knives. Otto was having a serious internal debate on whether or not he should remove his shoes in the household or right outside the front door. Tapio was on tumblr, enough said. Lotta and Sonja pulled on each other's hair every 6 seconds, resulting in the heated argument about Hillary Clinton. The others, including myself, just rebelled in the dysfunctional mess that was the Lafontaine family.
Then, it happened. Sonja screamed at the top of her lungs. Everyone stopped and looked over, even the lazy nanny who didn't even know all our names. Sonja sat shell shocked in her seat holding something stringy and red. String red hair. Stringy blonde hair. Covered in blood. Vilho was the first to react.
"Who's period is on?" then all hell broke loose.
"Period!? What's period?" Arto, the youngest of us, began to shout. The Tapio made it worse:
"It's for vaginas only."And Lotta turned to Sonja:
"You whore! That was my hair!" But no one heard because Viltori was becoming hysterical
"Vilho, Vilho! She's bleeding her, head is bleeding! She's dying!" and proceeded to break down crying. Vilho's anger reared its red head, and he stood up .
"Shut the hell up! Everyone, go to your rooms, now!" Vilho was extremely scary , so it was no surprise that we all stood and ran to the safety of our beds. The shattering of a vase hitting the wall only egged us to go faster.
The wall clock read 10:30. 10:30. Teen wolf aired at 10:00 and it was ten-fucking-thirty.
To say all hell broke loose is an understatement.
I don't really remember what happened. Every time I try to remember, all I see is red. All I hear are the screams of my siblings. Everyone tells me I went off my rocker, way off. Like, pass-the-moon-and-second-star-to-the-left off my rocker. My parents took me to see countless doctors. Ms. Stuwart, Dr. Rimmington, Dick Costly the Child Therapist, etc. All of them were a pain in my butt, but none could come close to Mrs. Marsha Jo Quinn of Atlanta, Georgia.
"Odette? What an odd name!" Marsha Jo and my parents laughed a bit too hard for a bit too long.
"It's French. It means of wealth, something you wouldn't know about." I played the stuck up rich girl card that my grandma loved. My parents were appalled, to say the least. Looking wounded, Marsha Jo cleared her throat and continued.
"Let's go into my office and have a girl to girl, ok?" I was escorted(more like shoved) into a bright yellow room with pink carpet and green decoration. Webkins decorated the shelves and desk. The only char was a purple, flower covered rolling chair. There were 6 bean bags scattered around and stress ball in the ball pit.
"Geez, how much Adderall were you on when you decorated this place?"I asked, begging to get a rise out of her.
"None. Unlike you, I'm mentally stable." Oh, she has jokes. Well, two can play that game!
"Oh, my bad, I thought that the mentally stable could get laid, you teddy bear obsessed prude."
"You're in no position to talk, the temper tantrum you had made headlines."
" I could have you fired in a heartbeat."
"I could send you and all your snot nosed siblings so far away, you can't even call home, in the blink of eye."
"Do it." We stared each other down. Marsha Jo looked away first, smiled, then ran from the room.
I should've ripped the mousey hair from her ugly head when I had the chance.
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Two days later, my sisters, brothers and I found ourselves in a 12 seater van, on our way to the middle of nowhere. When Marsha Jo said far away, she meant far away. A majority of us were asleep, and the van's tinted windows gave no clue to the time of day. I was slowly drifting off, until my door was violently yanked open. Two pairs of meaty hands reached in and pulled me from my seat.
"Help! Someone, Help!" I screamed and thrashed around in their holds. In my panic, I noticed my siblings receiving the same treatment. The 12 seater pulled off.
"Ma'am. Ma'am, I need you to calm down." A voice from my left said. The owner of said voice put a breathing mask on my face."Just count backwards from one-hundred."
I never started counting. I just shouted profanity after profanity until the drug took effect, and I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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HumorOdette is just what her name sounds like:odd, in the most extreme sense. After The Horrible Accident, her parents send her and her other 9 siblings to Tescott town. What no one really expected was for the inhabitants of Tescott Asylum to break loose...
