(AN: Thank you all for your support, thanks to your suggestions, I think I might be able to complete this book, Lord knows I really need to. Anyways. Please enjoy)
DJ's pov

I got back to the Orphanage. Only to see Mrs Yaks tapping her foot.

"Took you long enough to get back here. Did you get your little job?" She sneered at me. I just glare at the this oompa-lumpa looking chick before saying "Yes in fact, I have. I've gotten a job at Freddy Fazabears pizzeria sister location." I said confidently.

Mrs Yaks just smirked and then scoffed "Oh. The place that only pays minimum wage? HAH pathetic. I betcha that they'll pay you less when they learn how Useless you are." She said before sassily turning away.

Good. She smelt like sweat, alcohol and overly priced perfume. She also needed a breath mint.

I walk over to where the bedrooms are at and look for Tracey. When I finally found her. I saw that she was covered in bandages on her head and her hands. She laying down on bed asleep and curled up in a small ball.

I sat down next to Tracey, patting her head softly, not wanting to wake her up. I'm guessing one of those Ompa lumba looking chicks in this hell hole decided to take their anger out on her again. I sighed as I laid down next to Her. work starts tomorrow and I needed to rest.

"DJ!! GET THE HELP OVER HERE! NOW"

Oh now what do they want?!

I make my way downstairs, expecting them to start yelling at me for something stupid.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR LITTLE BRATTY SISTER JUST DID TO ME?! DO YOU?!" Mrs Tomson screeched at me at the top of her lungs.

I decided to just play along, not wanting to get beat for saying something smart.
"Which one? What could my darling sister have done to offend you, Mistress?" I said in the most polite tone i could muster. she liked to be called mistress cause I guess it makes her feel like she's the Dominate female.

she just sneered at me "That little B*tch Willow!! She slapped me earlier today! God I hate that ugly little thing!" Mrs Tomson yelled out.

Good. Maybe it will make you look prettier.

"Wow! Why would she do that to someone as great and respected as you" I said, trying not to be too sarcastic.

she just glared at me, catching on. Which surprises me since she has a IQ smaller than her tits

Yup. I said it.

She smacked me down the ground before stomping on my ribs. I let out a sharp gasp for air. That's gonna suck in the morning. Damn it.

she then slammed my face into the floor several times before sending a kick to my head and then everything turned dark...

When I woke up. I felt a very sharp pain in my chest. I ignored it and looked at the time

CRAP!! WORK STARTS IN 45 MINUTES!!!!!!!!

I quickly take a quick shower and put on something that looks presentable enough and rushed at the door. Ignoring the everlasting pain in my ribs

Broken Ribs will have to wait