Just A Girl Thing

Chapter 12

We arrive at the foster house and I want to puke up my guts like Lizzy. We're now hours away from where I've lived my entire life, probably in a new state. We even had to stop to get something to eat twice! I don't know where we are and this place looks completely fine. Complete opposite of what we just left. Every thing is standing. You know what's worse though? We're smack-dab on the poverty line and everything is the same. Cookie cutter houses. Same look. Same tree in the same spot. Same fence in the same color. I don't know what to think. Is it just different or creepy? I don't like everything to be the same. I like different. I do have self-diagnosed OCD ,but I like different too.

When I walk into the house, I hear way too loud of music with way too much bass shut off immediately when the players fond out we were home. I like a little extra bass but I can feel my butt vibrating so this is just too much. I look at Lizzy and I know she's thinking the same thing. Mrs. Moore has already left us to fend for our selves. Great. No introduction, no 'Have a nice stay'? The next three years of my life will be complete and total hell.

Then a metal head/goth guy came sliding down the stair railing, obviously trying to show off but failed miserably by sliding too far, too fast and didn't jump down before he came to the pillar at the bottom of the railing. He squeaked, went paralyzed, and fell stiff to the floor holding his manhood. Let me say, he will not have any children.

Then this hot guy, probably another mental head but definitely not got goth, came walking down the stairs casually. He stole a quick glance to his friend I'm a assuming, shook his head and chuckled. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and loves music? I'm in heaven.

"He does that all the time, you know. You'd think he'd learn. Hello, I'm Derek and that's dumb-" he said pointing to the kid laying in the floor. This beautiful man had to be my age, just had to be! His friend also looked to be around my age also but I could do without him. Then, Derek turned around to reveal a little boy on his back, probably five, and said: " - and this is dumber. Welcome to foster care. The rest of the kids are in their rooms taking naps but this one snuck out. There on last open bedroom for you two. See ya around!" Derek said winking at me! I looked at Lizzy with my mouth open and she got the message and rolled her eyes.

We walked upstairs to find the spare room. When we did I screamed. No. Not out of excitement. Gross. There was probably a dead body in that room somewhere. The place smelled like cigaret smoke and I was so disgusted. Then 'Dumb' came up behind us.

" Oh yeah, the last guy did all sorts of crazy shit in here. By the way, I'm Kevin and I'm fourteen and so is my friend Derek. Enjoy!"

" Is he serious?" asked my sister.

" I hope so! He said that Derek was fourteen, just like me!" I squeal.

" You can't date siblings, Brinna."

" Yeah if their foster siblings I can. We're not even closely related!"

" It's still wrong. We need to fix this place up. Ready for Extreme Girl Makeover Room Edition?"

" Yay! Yes!" This might not be the best place to live but if I get to redo my room however I want to, I'll be fine. I said I wasn't going to be happy about this and I'm still not but, I can still be comfortable. Right? Right!

*•*•*•*•* Three Days Later *•*•*•*•*

We're finally finished with our room! In three days record time! We did not waste one second getting started with our new lives. Liz and I agreed that we needed our own little heaven to get away from the rest of the children. First we made a design, then it was time to do shopping. Liz really tried to convince me to ask if we were allowed to do this but I stayed with my answer of 'no'. You don't ask, just do. If we get done and Mrs.Moore doesn't like it than oh well. Sucks to suck. Since we left our home town with only our clothes on our back we had to go clothing shopping. That we did ask Mrs.Morre about because we wanted bus money and shopping money. We also asked for money for food money and cleaning supplies money and made excuses for a lot of other things because we really just wanted extra money. Liz didn't even began to disagree because we both know that Mrs.Moore was loaded. She told us that for every new kid got an automatic 1,000 spending money on anything they needed to feel at home. Together, Liz and I had three thousand dollars! Two thousand automatically and the other from begging and searching. We decide it was best just to get two or three plain, cheap outfits first so when we have to go back to school, we could buy the clothes that were in style. As for our room, we went all out. We spent all day, the first day we arrived, cleaning and scrubbing and watching DIY videos. The second we got to shopping! We bought throw pillows, bean bags, lamps, fuzzy rugs, paint and spent about half our money. The last day we spent decorating. The end was result was fantastic! We stuck with a cream and sea foam color palate so we could pretend to be at the beach. We painted the walls a sea foam color and had cream bean bags and sea foam rugs and a cream blankets with sea foam pillows everywhere! Our bed was a king size that we found really cheap at a thrift store. Yes, it was a gross idea but the seller ensured that it was only used a few times because the couple who brought it in said they thought the mattress was to soft. We sprayed special cleaning products on it and put a mattress cover in it and the thing was good as new! We didn't have a head board or frame but we put it on the floor in a corner under the window, put the sheets on and lined pillows around. Once we finished all the furnishings, including a small vanity and installing shelves in our closet, we put up empty picture frames to fill and posters galore. Liz and I slept on the couch that night downstairs because we didn't want to sleep with the smell of paint in our new room.

We already unpacked our new clothes and we found out that we will be starting school in a week. Next monday! I'm a little excited but I just want I go home. I'm afraid that going back to school, even though it's not my old one, will tigger bad memories. I'll just have to be strong. I can be strong, I have been strong, and I will be strong. Life may suck but I'm still going to try to pick up the mess it's left me in.