Why do bad things happen to good people?
I asked myself that, every day.
Why did I end up in foster care?
Why do my parents hate me?
Why do I get bullied?
Why can't I be happy?
Why am I even alive?
Those are the questions that have
Never been answered.
Oh and another question, why do we have to move?
I'm fine here in Connecticut, why is it urgent to move to Boston? What's in Boston anyways?
Why does life suck?
My thoughts were interrupted by my screaming foster mom, "Rebecca! Get your annoying ass down here now!"
I quickly and quietly ran down the stairs.
As I reached the bottom of the steps I peeped out a quiet noise, "yes-s Maria?"
"Why are the dishes not washed?" Maria asked in an angry tone.
"I was vacuuming the rooms like you told me too." I said a little frightened.
"Don't talk to me that way!" Maria screamed followed by a slap to my face, "Go wash the dishes you ungreatful b*tch!"
I ran over to the dish washer with one hand over my cheek and the other creating a fist.
I began washing the dishes, crying, at my miserable life.
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What Happened (Lohanthony Fanfiction)
FanfictionHi I started a fanfiction about anthony but it's kinda dead so I'm making a new one :) don't know what it's gonna be about yet but yep
