I was put into my best friend's parents hands, I lost my parents from a plane crash and with that I have a baby brother who will never know his real parents. My life sucks.
Let me just say it's been 3 months since my parents deaths and I've been so depressed that I've went through 5 foster homes in those three months. Now I'm leant over to my best friend, Perrie's, family with my little brother.
That's pretty much my sucky recap for now, there's not much else to say about myself except that my name is Bethany and I'm almost 17 years old.
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I had all my bags and boxes in my hands and on the ground and I attempted to ring the doorbell.
I put down the bags in my hands and I actually rang on the doorbell.
Don't be nervous Beth, it's your best friends house!
I heard footsteps running down the stairs and Perrie opened the door, "heyyyyy!!!!" she screamed.
"Hi, it's no nice to see you!" I gave her a huge hug.
"I still can't believe the agency let us take you in!!" She squealed. "I know, I'm so happy!!" I replied.
"So, where's your brother Matthew?" she asked.
"Oh, he's just sleeping in the car, he didn't nap today, so I thought I'd let him stay in the car until he wakes up, i'll keep watch though" I say looking back at him peacefully sleeping in the car.
"Oh, I'm sorry, come in!" she says. I walked into this beautiful big house that was a little fancy, but very comfortable, not the type of houses that make you feel uncomfortable and they're kind of just for show. You're probably thinking, oh, I thought they were best friends, wouldn't she of already came here? well I haven't, sadly.
"Thank you" I say.
"How about we bring your stuff to your room?" She says. "Ok!!" I say excitedly.
We carried all our stuff up two flights of stairs and my room was to the far right and I could already notice it was big and beautiful!!
"I helped design it for you, do you like it?" she asked.
"I love it" I say with a smile. "And it's right next to mine!!" she says and I smile back.
"I will let you unpack, I have to go shower any way, and oh, if you're wondering why there are three doors in here it's because one is a normal, smaller closet, one is a walk in, and one is a bathroom, only me, you, and my parents have bathrooms, so don't start thinking I have this huge stereotypical dream house, cause I don't, its a pretty average house. Well, I will shut up and let you be, just knock on my door if you need anything!"
I sat on my bed with a teal comforter with pink, purple and green big polka dots on them. I looked at my teal colored walls and my fuzzy purple rug I had at the door way and the round, pink one I had beside my bed. I saw a shelf full of pictures of me and Perrie when we were little. I had this cute little green radio and a small tv on the wall. A white and hot pink vanity and a cute purple stool. I also have a green bean bag. Everything was perfect, so many little things to describe, i mean, even my hamper matched my room, in my old room, the curtains didnt even match!!
I looked in my bathroom with marble countertops and everything! there was even already soaps and stuff in the shower!!
After looking at everything, I thought It was time to unpack, but then I heard a baby crying. I ran down the stairs and went outside. I picked up Matthew out of the car seat and brought him inside. I went back up to my room and started singing to him, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy.."
I saw some guy maybe about one or two more years older than me walk up stairs and look at me, I paused from singing and saw him walk into a room across the hall that must be his bedroom. Well that was awkward...
I wonder who he is, i mean, he obviously lives here, but I wanna know how he's related to Perrie...
