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"BRYCE! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" That would be his foster mother, Carla. He rolled his eyes and muttered, "Stupid woman..." he says as he goes down the stairs, he looks at his Carla, expressionless.
He crosses his arms, "What do you want woman?"
She glared at him, "For starters I want you to show a little respect." This made Bryce scoff however she continued, "Anywho, We have a new foster brat coming to live with us."
This made Bryce raise an eyebrow, "Another one? Jesus woman... we already have 6 kids living here. And did you talk to Richard about this?"
She looked pissed now, "Its none of your concern what I talk about with my husband!"
Once again Bryce rolled his eyes, this time making sure she saw, a slight smirk spread across his face, "Whatever you say lady. Anywho, what is your point?"
Carla pinched the bridge of her nose, "I want you to make that other bed that is in your room for her..."
He arched an eyebrow again, "Her? But isn't -"
She snapped, "Bryce I don't have time to argue! Now will you just do it!?!"
Once again Bryce scoff and headed up the stairs, "Whatever woman I will make the damn bed."
Right now this was like a game to Bryce... seeing how mad he can get her till she explodes... and her idiotic husband. Bryce was the oldest foster kid there. All the other kids looked up to him, and honestly he adored them... they were pretty much his family. He always protected them from their foster parents wrath... now he must protect a new one...
He crosses his arms, "What do you want woman?"
She glared at him, "For starters I want you to show a little respect." This made Bryce scoff however she continued, "Anywho, We have a new foster brat coming to live with us."
This made Bryce raise an eyebrow, "Another one? Jesus woman... we already have 6 kids living here. And did you talk to Richard about this?"
She looked pissed now, "Its none of your concern what I talk about with my husband!"
Once again Bryce rolled his eyes, this time making sure she saw, a slight smirk spread across his face, "Whatever you say lady. Anywho, what is your point?"
Carla pinched the bridge of her nose, "I want you to make that other bed that is in your room for her..."
He arched an eyebrow again, "Her? But isn't -"
She snapped, "Bryce I don't have time to argue! Now will you just do it!?!"
Once again Bryce scoff and headed up the stairs, "Whatever woman I will make the damn bed."
Right now this was like a game to Bryce... seeing how mad he can get her till she explodes... and her idiotic husband. Bryce was the oldest foster kid there. All the other kids looked up to him, and honestly he adored them... they were pretty much his family. He always protected them from their foster parents wrath... now he must protect a new one...