She's New, and She's A Badass

Kicked Out

HEY GUYS! I'VE HAD THIS IDEA FOR A BOOK FOREVER, SO IM GOING TO TRY IT OUT. VOTE OMMENT AND FAN IF YOU LIKE IT.

Andrea(Andy) POV

I walked down the street, toward the Smiths house. It was around 2:30 in the morning, and I was just coming back from a street fight, with a load of cash. Oh yeah baby. The Smiths are my foster parents for the time being. They probably won't be for much longer.

Well before you get confused, let me tell you somewhat about myself. I was put in foster care when I was 9 by my grandparents, after they disowned my mom. My dads parents were already dead. They were 'very unfit parents'. Or so my grandma said. I didn't know until I was older, but I found out that my dad was a porn star, and my mom was a hooker. Enough about my dumbass parents now. Anyway, I haven't stayed in one foster home for more than one year at a time. That would be because of all of the fights and other junk I had gotten into.

Ever since I was ten, I had gotten into fights at school, because some one was picking on me, or someone else. I have never tolerated bullies. If I see someone getting bullied, I don't care who it is getting bullied, or how it will make me look, I step in. When I was ten, I enrolled myself in a cage fighting/boxing/MMA place. I mean it's not like I didn't have the money to. After my grandma died, 2 months after she put me in foster care she left everything to me. And she was pretty loaded. VERY loaded. But no one new, except my social worker, andthe families I've stayed with. Anyway, I had gotten really good, and each time I moved to a different state, or county I would scope the place for a gym.

Along with street fighting, I also dance. Like if you have ever seen those Step Up movies, that hip-hop dancing..... Yeah I do that too. Well enough about that, let focus on what's happening now.

I see the Smiths house. it's a nice house in the nice Part of New York City. I hopped that Carol (Smith) wasn't up waiting for me like last time. This time I snuck out, so hopefully she didn't notice that I was gone.

I unlocked the door with my key, and quietly stepped in. Nope. She wasn't waiting, thank god. I crept to the stairs. "Where do you think your going Andy?" Carols voice rang out from the kitchen. Shit.

"Upstairs." I stated simply, as I put a foot on the stairs, and started to go up, but Carols voice boomed out, "Andy, get in here right now!" she demanded. Well. Someone on their period.

I crosses my arms, and slowly walked into the dim lighted kitchen. I saw Carol sitting at the table in her bathrobe, her arms folded in top of the table, bags under her eyes. I stood there looking bored, and putting on a expressionless face.

"Where were you?" Carol said, trying to calm herself down. "Out." I said, just trying to piss her off. Carol was nice enough, but I really didn't like her very much. I don't know why. "Out, where?" she asked, her voice shaking a little from anger. I saw her hand go up behind her head and flick on the light. I covered my eyes, from the bright light. My eyes finally adjusted, and I took my hand away from my eyes. She gasped at the sight of my bruised appearence. I probably had bruises all over my face, and arms. She got up imedeatly, and went to the freezer and wrapped some in a dish cloth and gave it to me. I took it and placed it on my cheek bone, where my last guy hit me first.

Carol shook her head and sighed. "Andy, I'm sorry honey but I can't do this anymore. I can't be worried about you anymore. You sneak out and are out in all hours of the night, fighting. I can't stay up and worry about you anymore. Tomorrow I'll call Sharon, and tell her, but you can't live her anymore. I'm sorry."

i shrugged. "Its not like your the first one to say that to me Carol. You don't have to apologize." I said. I have gotten this speach in every foster home I've been in. It didn't surprise me anymore, so I don't care anymore.

"Andy, your 16. Your a straight A student, and your a senoir this year. Why do you do this, to every family that takes you in?" she exclaimed. I've also gotten this speach before too, and my answer will always be the same. "Because it's what I do best."