Wanting a Home

Annabelle's POV (It's the Hard Knock Life)

As I walked out of my busy school I put my blue,round,big headphones on,so I could ignore the people;the people who try to get tears to my face;who want to see me fall. It doesn't stop them,but at least I can have music overpowering them. Hopefully,they start thinking I can't hear them,so they'll stop. "Hey Annie! Orphan Annie! It's the hard knock life isn't it?" I sighed. I usually mutter something like "it will be if you won't leave me alone.",but right now I'm feeling………empty. I wouldn't tell anyone that or this,but life sucks;it won't get better. No friends,no life,no romantics,no intrests,no anything. Maybe,I am 'Orphan Annie.' It's just life has been tough. Although,life has made me who I am today. I mean,I am very independent,and I don't need other peoples help. I know how to win a fight,cook,and take care of less independent people. I've always learned love and care is an illusion;an illusion that shows how life has "good" in it. By then,I was almost there. I've taken five rights,two lefts,and passed the pervert's house. Now, don't get upset or offended;he really is a pervert. One day I was walking home,and he asked me to help him with groceries. I helped with a weak smile, and then, he asked me to stay which I replied a short 'no thanks.' He did not like that though;he didn't like it when I kicked him in the balls either when he smashed his raisin looking mouth and mossy tounge against my dried winter lips. Thankfully,now it's Spring,and he doesn't bother me anymore. I bet he thinks I have parents;parents that would care that he tried to rape me. I wish that was true,but life had different plans;my parents had different plans. "Anna hurry yourself up!!You have chores!!!" Well,here's home sweet home:an old beat up Victorian house. It's the smallest "Victorian" I've ever seen. My "parnets" call it that;I really don't think it is one. The outside shows what the inside feels like it,so judge this book by its cover. Its blue paint has faded to baby blue with some falling off,window sills are hanging by one nail,and the screen door is slowly,but surely falling off. To make it clear,it was a dump;my dump though, unfortenetely. I walked in the door and went straight up the brown wooden two fleight stairs to my room to find Ashley in my room. "ASH WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!?"I exclaimed it loud enough for it to be heard on this floor;only this floor though. "You really don't have any leggings? I mean,who only has shorts?",she replied with a calm voice. That just makes this worse;her squeaky voice makes me annoyed,but when her mouse voice is calmed when I'm annoyed? I'm furious. "We live in Californa what do you expect?",I replied with gritted teeth. She looked at me with her brown poop eyes,and just shrugged. She replied,"Oh well. Btw mumsy is checking our rooms to make sure they're all clean." While she was saying this,I swore I saw the before grinch mishevious smile appear on her face. She,then,winked and walked out of my,now,junkyard of my room. I mean,the furniture wasn't the best in here,but at least I could sit on the floor without jean shorts, random tops and tanks being a cushion. I sighed,and slowly I started cleaning the wastland when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Crap. 'My mom' walked in with her DYED blonde hair and clown make-up face. "This is not clean. Not even close. I expected better of you. After all,you're in here all the time. I mean,can't you be like Ashley and HAVE friends?" I just shake my head,and start cleaning. "No dinner for you,tonight." I sighed. No dinner AGAIN. It's the hard knock life.