Parker's pov
When I walked through the door, I was greeted to a bunch of faces.
"Where the hell were you?! Did you even pack!?" I got my anger from her, my mother, the Queen of angry screaming.
"I been packed. Been planning to run away, should of." I scanned over the boys, I only knew some, Jc and Kian.
"Hi, Abi." I gave Connor my famous evil smirk.
"Hello, deadbeat brother of mine. How's many dicks can you shove in your ass now? 6? 7?" My mother gasp, Connor's face turn red as hell.
"Con, I thought you said she was good?" I think his name was Terry? Trevor? Something like that.
" Yeah, well, Connor is a fucking liar. " I turned around and went to open the cage which held my barking dog when I felt a slap on my back, it didn't hurt but I was surprised so I turned around.
My mother was fumbling, red and her hand slapped me again. I let her scream terrible things at me while my dad ran in and pull her into the kitchen. I bolted to my room, throwing everything I needed into bags. I never finished unpacking after I changed my bedroom, so most of my things were packed.
Connor came into my room with his friends in the hallway, he looked at me like I was a child.
"Just get my shit packed into your car or whatever, I'm fucking done with this place." I grabbed my spray paint bag and went out to the cars, I didn't look back.
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Franta's little rebel
FanficThis story is about Abigail Parker Franta. Commonly referred to as Parker. Known as Connor Franta's freak sister. She was a rebel. She would never use that word to describe herself, it's just was people tell her constantly. UNDER MAJOR EDITING
