*Kalvin's pov*
The next morning when I wake up, I was in the car.
My parents were talking to these strange parents.
One of them had a tattoo of the other and a million other tattoos. The other was tanned like crazy and wore clothes that showed a lot of her skin.
I sit up to see what's actually going on.
I roll down the windows.
"Mum? Dad?"
My dad runs to the car.
"Hey son! It smells out here, you should close the windows!" My dad giggles.
I fake smile "O-okay"
My dad runs back to the parents.
As I close my window, I over hear my parents saying information. My information!
They were saying things like when I drink my medicine and what size clothing I wear.
As my parents walk back, I quickly pretend to sleep.
"Kalvin" my mum whispers.
"Get your stuff!" My dad smiles.
I pretend to wake up, all tired and lazy.
What do they mean get my stuff? Am I sleeping over here? Who are they? What's happening?
*Amanda's pov*
I really don't want to move Kalvin to a different family.
He is intelligent, bright and a person that doesn't argue!
I'm only doing this for him and him only. He can't live with his siblings that are definitely the worst influence ever!
"Wha-what's happening" Kalvin whispers.
"Your father a-and I are going somewhere to-tonight and we don't want to leave you with your horrible siblings so you're staying at our f-f-friends tonight" I lied.
"Where's my s-stu-stuff?" My son asks.
"At the back, I'll get it" my husband pouts as he slowly walks to the boot.
*Kalvin's pov*
"Have a great day" my mother smiles as my parents hop into the car.
"Y-you too" I fake smile.
Why are they making me stay with these horrible people?
The two strangers waited for my parents to drive away so they can't see the car then they kicked me into the rusty house.
"Get in" The man spat.
I crawled a few metres away from them, grabbing hold of my suitcase and backpack.
I stood up.
"My name is Terry! You must call me sir! And this is my wife Jenesee, you have to call her ma'am or else!" The man demanded.
"Ye-yes sir!" I said.
I looked over at his wife. She looked back at me and winked at me, biting her lip.
That disgusts me.
"Jen, show him is room!" Terry/Sir spat.
We walked upstairs and came to this door that was drawn on.
"This is your room. No bathroom, no windows, no closet, no bed." Jenesee explained.
"T-then, where do I sleep?" I asked, shaking.
"On the floor!" The lady spat as she threw a blanket, a very thin one, at me.
"When will my p-parents come back?" I asked.
Terry stepped into the room "THEY DONT WANT YOU IN THEIR FAMILY! YOU'RE PROBABLY THE WORST CHILD IN THE FAMILY! YOU'RE STAYING HERE FOREVER!"
