ice cream and fosters for breakfast, thats the way we dot things.

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Sammy’s pov

I woke up with no headache surprise, surprise. You see once your body gets used to alcohol intake it doesn’t get the effects as much. Like hang over’s.

My beautiful bed. How I love it.

Is it possible to marry your furniture? If it is I’m marrying my bed.

I rolled over taking a glimpse at the canopy of my bed as I rolled. I never get board of laying around in my room. It was therapeutic to be in here.

With the dark oak wood floors with fluffy green rug, green and gray striped walls, oak furnishings, a gaming corner with a bunch of green and grey been bags and of cause not forgetting my beautiful bed, it was a deep wood colour but not oak -to be honest I’m not sure what wood it is made of but it was dark- it has four pillars and a brilliant green canopy. That bits my favourite.

Makes me feel like I’m safe, part of nature and safe in general.

After I started to hear shuffling in the hallway outside my door I decided this might be a good time to start moving.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed a blood on the dance floor T and some black skinny’s I decorated with safety pins.

Looking a the calendar as I left my room I discovered I was mine and Jessy’s day to get our new hair do’s and I’m getting piercing. We been looking forward to this day for a weeks.

I ran down stairs existed now.

I finally made it to the kitchen and there was fuck loads of people in there. I mean like fifty odd people in my kitchen.

I swear my eyes popped out of there sockets.

“holly shit!”

Oh great every ones looking at me now. Just brilliant.

They where all looking at me, maybe to see what I would do next. This is so weird.

“jess!” I screeched.

These scattering sound on the stairs came from behind me. I turned to see jess coming up behind me.

“Sammy what the fuck its like early-” she cut her self off when she saw all the people in the kitchen.

I’m not dealing with this.

“Samantha” my father started calling me from behind.

I ignored him.

I walked through the people in MY kitchen. People I didn’t know. I finally made It to my destination, The fridge.

“Samantha!” my dad had made it to the kitchen and was actually screaming my name now. I just rolled my eyes. The strangers in the kitchen just looked between me and my dad wide eyed.

I smiled at them and opened the fridge grabbed to bottles of fosters for me and jess. And a tub of choco-chocolate ice cream.

“Samantha! Answer me for gods sake!”

He wants an answer then I will give him one.

“what’s up sperm donor?”

He looked at me in shame I smiled and carried on wondering round people to get some spoons for me and jess.

Finally, I got hold of some spoons. I tore the top of the ice cream of and shoved the spoons in.

Jess came over and we soon had our fill of ice cream. I picked up my keys and started to make a run with it. Jess grabbed the drinks and followed me.

“Samantha! Where are you going!?”

Wouldn’t you like to know douche bag.

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Thank you every one for continuing to read here u go sorry its been so long oh and cheak out the tunage i think its one hell of a song! - nom-nom

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