Good, we're here. I wonder how it's going to work out  this time.

" I told you to get your stuff!" Lauren said, for the thirteenth time. I only listen the this time, because I start to think she's going to hit me. again.

"o...okay." I stutter nervously. I grab my suitcase and head for the door. I just, hope Corey isn't here, he'd  just flip, seeing my face around here, he hates me. I climbed the stairs and found a room. It had a window, and a small part of roof over the back porch, a getaway. Another place to hide is the small trapdoor to the attic. I looked at the other rooms, none had these, so this room was made for my kind of people. Tortured.

"Why this room?" asked Lauren slyly, Crap.

"It's small, I thought you would like to choose some of the larger rooms." I said simply. saved it. that was close.

"Good, because I hated this room, so now, I don't have to worry about it." commented  a random voice from behind. Corey. I wanted to reply with a smart comment but I knew from experience it would only lead to a smack across the face. I hate my foster family. At least I have a fresh start.

a/n: Hi, I Used a fake email at first but now I have one!! I hope you like this story, and leave tips on writing, this is my first story!!