I sat there, doing my homework. (Yes. I am normal. I have homework.) There was only two days of school left, why did they have to give me homework? I was glad school was almost over. You see, I'm not a popular kid. At all. So it sucks. I try at being popular. I try at everything. Well, everything besides school work. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad kid. Far from it actually. Codes, puzzles, even math just come to me. I don't really have to try.
Okay, before you get all psyched up and think I'm a child prodigy, let me tell you about myself. I have long hair, and I'm pretty proud of it. When I was little, Tia Rosa used to put it up into two tiny pigtails for little me to jump around in. Now I just braid it over my shoulder. Keepin' it classy. It's ombré, brunette at the top, blonde on the bottom. Strange, right? That's not all. I'm am orphan. One night they left to go to a dinner at some friends' house, leaving me with my Tia Rosa.

They never came back.

       I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was thundering outside, and five year old me was playing with the beloved dolls and Tia Rosa softly hummed as she knit me a little beanie. Then came the ringing of the phone call that tore apart my life.

I never saw those dolls again.

      They took me to a foster care. And I went to a foster home. Sorry, not a foster home. Foster homes. I ran away from 4 of them. Now I'm on my fifth one. I've stayed here for two years, the longest I've ever stayed. I live on Florida, in a huge penthouse. Yes, penthouse. My "parents" are Katy and Joshua Mathews. Yes! The most famous directors EVER! But let me tell you, their kids are brats. Yep. There's the twins, Lily and Leia. They're eight, and I have to take care of them.
I know what you're thinking, wow you get to work with the famous twins!!! But it's not like that. At all. I have to do all the work in the house, so I have no free time. No, not Cinderella style. More like: "Thalia the weird orphaned housemaid who can do whatever she wants and we won't care as long as she cleans the counter".
        Anyways, the twins are in their naughty stage. They are incredibly picky. According to them, anything that isn't a chicken tender is secretly a vicious monster. Truthfully, I would be okay giving them chicken tenders. Less work for me. However Katy insists that each and every one of her children must receive their 'well-deserved' gourmet food, even if it does contain some scary broccoli. But even the twins' aren't as bad as Alisha, 'a 16 year old supermodel prodigy'. Or atleast that's what Vogue says. "No, make me something else! That's not in my gluten free, vegan diet!" Seriously, that girl cannot loose more weight. Her size will be in the negative number section. I'm not even kidding.
Even though she is just a year older than me, she acts like its 10 years older. And then, finally, there is Jack. He is 17 and a complete, as he likes to call it, "body builder." He says its to impress the ladies, but with his fame and fortune, he doesn't need to worry about his appearance. There's really not much to say about him, honestly. I think that he might of accidentally dropped a weight on his head or something, because it would explain a lot. So there you have it:
My crazy "family".

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Omg!! I just reread this chapter and did some Major editing...like wow cringey much?? *shudders* well anyways, if you're new, enjoy the story, and if not new, then be prepared for some editing coming up in the next chapters...
Ok well thanks a million for reading my story..,

-M