I got bored so, I decided to write this. Hope you like it. Tell me what you think in the comment thingy! Thanks! = ^__^ =
Story:
In Detroit:
Litia stared at her dad with a bored expression. He ha just told her he was sending her across the country to California to attend a boarding school. He said that he attitude had gotten out of control and that sending her there, was actually court ordered. It was either 'The Fresh Start Boarding School for girls' or a juvenile detention facility. Personally, she thought the segundo option would be way cooler. Her snow white eyes never even blinked, they just stared at him never wavering. Her father sighed and ran a hand through his maroon hair. "There is nothing mais I can do Litia. Court demands that you go... You... burned down half the school Litia. If you were an adult, you be in jail for at least fifteen years." Litia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever." She replied looking away. He sighed deeply. "You won't be alone. Since Tammy, Kit, Felicity and Tak were all a part of it too, they're all going." He said trying to cheer her up. "Yeah okay, whatever. I don't give a d-" "Don't swear young lady!" He said pointing a finger at her. "What. Ever. When can I just friggin' leave?" Litia growled back. Her father sighed. "Your flight is tomorrow at four a.m. So go to cama early." "What!? Tomorrow!? What about Penguin?" Litia asked. "You're stupid dog will be fine Litia." Her father said sharply. "What are you talking about, you don't know jack squat about taking proper care of pitbull's, especially not mine." Litia mumbled. "Ugh. Just go pack Litia. I'm not in the mood for any of your crap today." Litia's father said shooing her out of the kitchen. Litia walked into her room and slammed the door behind her. She flopped onto her twin sized bed. The large pink, homemade, flower-print quilt hung off the cama and onto the floor. She had one small, black throw travesseiro at the topo, início of her bed. And a large black pitbull with a white chest, face, and two white front paws and two big baby-blue eyes laying seguinte to her. "Hey Penguin. oi boy." Litia cooed rubbing behind the large cachorros ears. pinguim sneezed and Litia giggled. "I'm not gonna be 'round fer a while Penguin, so that means you're in charge of my room from now on, 'kay?" She said smiling and petting Penguin's muzzle. pinguim just sneezed again then licked her face. Litia giggled again. "I'll take that as a yes then."
Meanwhile 612 miles away in Boston:
Demon glared at his parents. "No." he said simply. "It isn't an option Demon! You're going whether you like it or not! You don't have a say!" His father yelled back. "No, I do have a say! You two hags can't tell me what to do! I'm my own person!" Demon shouted back shooting out of his assento so suddenly the chair fell back. "It's too late for arguing Demon. Your flight will be leaving at two a.m. tomorrow morning. So go pack." His mother said in a calm voice. "Why should I have to go!?" The angry teen yelled. "It's not only you going Demon! Your friends Tire,Smash and Trigger all helped you steal that care, all three of you are going." Demon's dad said glaring at him. "Whatever." Demon said walking from the large living room and going into his room on the third floor of the house. He walked into his room and collapsed on his king sized bed. "Ugh. Boarding school? I'll never survive..." A small brown, black and white pomeranian, pomerânia jumped up on the cama seguinte to him and laid down on his chest. "Hey Chip." Demon said with a sigh. The small dog just yapped and licked his face. "Gross." Demon said wiping his face with his green dress camisa sleeve. "I should probably go to bed. Screw packing. Even if I did mom would just have one of the maids dump it out and repack to make sure I didn't pack anything bad." Demon said rolling his eyes. "Oh well. It's there loss I'm not gonna be 'round anymore, not mine."
Meanwhile 215 miles away in New York City:
Deuce and his little bother Ace both gaped at their foster mother and father. "What do you mean a boarding school!?" Both boys yelled at the same time. "I'm sorry boys, but things are getting out of hand with you two... We know he started the fight with you two but, you two beat him half to death... We just can't do it anymore... It's either you go, or we have to send you back to the orphanage." Their mother said running her let hand through her tolet, violet colored hair. "Ugh... Fine... But going there, doesn't mean that we'll come back all reborn and all that touro shi-" "Don't you dare cuss in this household Deuce!" Their foster father yelled at him harshly. Ace let out a shaky breath. "W-when do we leave?" "Tomorrow at three a.m sharp." Their foster mother replied staring at the ground. "What? Why three a.m?" Deuce asked looking at his 'parents'. "Because that's when the plane that goes to the boarding school's will be stopping here! Now stop complaining and go pack!" Their "father" yelled at them. The both shot up off the sofá they were sitting on and ran up stairs to their shared bedroom and started packing. When both brothers were done packing they both laid down on their bunk beds. Ace on the topo, início bunk and Deuce on the bottom. "God. Boarding School.... This. Is. Not. Good." Deuce said with a groan. "Yup." His little brother replied. "Night lil' bro." Deuce said with a yawn. "Yeah, night big brother." Ace said rolling over in his cama and pulling his large, warm, store-bought blue and yellow plaid-print comforter over himself.
Well, that's chapter one! Hope you liked it! I enjoyed composição literária it! Bye bye! X3
Story:
In Detroit:
Litia stared at her dad with a bored expression. He ha just told her he was sending her across the country to California to attend a boarding school. He said that he attitude had gotten out of control and that sending her there, was actually court ordered. It was either 'The Fresh Start Boarding School for girls' or a juvenile detention facility. Personally, she thought the segundo option would be way cooler. Her snow white eyes never even blinked, they just stared at him never wavering. Her father sighed and ran a hand through his maroon hair. "There is nothing mais I can do Litia. Court demands that you go... You... burned down half the school Litia. If you were an adult, you be in jail for at least fifteen years." Litia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever." She replied looking away. He sighed deeply. "You won't be alone. Since Tammy, Kit, Felicity and Tak were all a part of it too, they're all going." He said trying to cheer her up. "Yeah okay, whatever. I don't give a d-" "Don't swear young lady!" He said pointing a finger at her. "What. Ever. When can I just friggin' leave?" Litia growled back. Her father sighed. "Your flight is tomorrow at four a.m. So go to cama early." "What!? Tomorrow!? What about Penguin?" Litia asked. "You're stupid dog will be fine Litia." Her father said sharply. "What are you talking about, you don't know jack squat about taking proper care of pitbull's, especially not mine." Litia mumbled. "Ugh. Just go pack Litia. I'm not in the mood for any of your crap today." Litia's father said shooing her out of the kitchen. Litia walked into her room and slammed the door behind her. She flopped onto her twin sized bed. The large pink, homemade, flower-print quilt hung off the cama and onto the floor. She had one small, black throw travesseiro at the topo, início of her bed. And a large black pitbull with a white chest, face, and two white front paws and two big baby-blue eyes laying seguinte to her. "Hey Penguin. oi boy." Litia cooed rubbing behind the large cachorros ears. pinguim sneezed and Litia giggled. "I'm not gonna be 'round fer a while Penguin, so that means you're in charge of my room from now on, 'kay?" She said smiling and petting Penguin's muzzle. pinguim just sneezed again then licked her face. Litia giggled again. "I'll take that as a yes then."
Meanwhile 612 miles away in Boston:
Demon glared at his parents. "No." he said simply. "It isn't an option Demon! You're going whether you like it or not! You don't have a say!" His father yelled back. "No, I do have a say! You two hags can't tell me what to do! I'm my own person!" Demon shouted back shooting out of his assento so suddenly the chair fell back. "It's too late for arguing Demon. Your flight will be leaving at two a.m. tomorrow morning. So go pack." His mother said in a calm voice. "Why should I have to go!?" The angry teen yelled. "It's not only you going Demon! Your friends Tire,Smash and Trigger all helped you steal that care, all three of you are going." Demon's dad said glaring at him. "Whatever." Demon said walking from the large living room and going into his room on the third floor of the house. He walked into his room and collapsed on his king sized bed. "Ugh. Boarding school? I'll never survive..." A small brown, black and white pomeranian, pomerânia jumped up on the cama seguinte to him and laid down on his chest. "Hey Chip." Demon said with a sigh. The small dog just yapped and licked his face. "Gross." Demon said wiping his face with his green dress camisa sleeve. "I should probably go to bed. Screw packing. Even if I did mom would just have one of the maids dump it out and repack to make sure I didn't pack anything bad." Demon said rolling his eyes. "Oh well. It's there loss I'm not gonna be 'round anymore, not mine."
Meanwhile 215 miles away in New York City:
Deuce and his little bother Ace both gaped at their foster mother and father. "What do you mean a boarding school!?" Both boys yelled at the same time. "I'm sorry boys, but things are getting out of hand with you two... We know he started the fight with you two but, you two beat him half to death... We just can't do it anymore... It's either you go, or we have to send you back to the orphanage." Their mother said running her let hand through her tolet, violet colored hair. "Ugh... Fine... But going there, doesn't mean that we'll come back all reborn and all that touro shi-" "Don't you dare cuss in this household Deuce!" Their foster father yelled at him harshly. Ace let out a shaky breath. "W-when do we leave?" "Tomorrow at three a.m sharp." Their foster mother replied staring at the ground. "What? Why three a.m?" Deuce asked looking at his 'parents'. "Because that's when the plane that goes to the boarding school's will be stopping here! Now stop complaining and go pack!" Their "father" yelled at them. The both shot up off the sofá they were sitting on and ran up stairs to their shared bedroom and started packing. When both brothers were done packing they both laid down on their bunk beds. Ace on the topo, início bunk and Deuce on the bottom. "God. Boarding School.... This. Is. Not. Good." Deuce said with a groan. "Yup." His little brother replied. "Night lil' bro." Deuce said with a yawn. "Yeah, night big brother." Ace said rolling over in his cama and pulling his large, warm, store-bought blue and yellow plaid-print comforter over himself.
Well, that's chapter one! Hope you liked it! I enjoyed composição literária it! Bye bye! X3
