My names Lauren and my life isn't the average peppy shit that girls always drone on about.
My life is a fucking disaster.
Every boy in my school thinks I'm hot for some reason but I don't see why. I have a lot of friends for someone who just moved here from Montana. But of course my foster mom and dad had to transfer me over to a different family because they think I'm not the fairy tale child they had been hoping for.
Some parents they are.
I am being transferred today and I am about to shit bricks. every time it go to the foster home the parents always hate me and don't give a fuck about anything I do.
I am a nervous wreck. I hop in the shower hoping that the warm water will wash away my nerves. I hop out wrapping the towel around my body feeling much more relaxed.
I hear shouting downstairs knowing that my "mom" was probably screaming for me the whole time I was in the shower. I take a hesitant look at the clock and see that it's 3:02. SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!!!
If I don't hurry up ill miss my flight.
As soon as I put all my clothes on my "mom" is literally pounding her drug infested hands against the door to my bedroom. I will surprisingly miss this shit hole of a town.
