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Jezzyboo
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It was happening again... Mom and dad are going to continue to fight like they always do, before Krysten got the chance to o down the stairs again... What would she do? There was really nothing that Krysten could do in total, but she knew that all the fighting that was going on was her fault. They always fought about her. She sighed as she sat up in her bed, she was only seveteen years old, and she could possibly be put in the orphanage with all the other bad kids... Krysten didn't take crap though, she stood up from her spot on her bed, and made her way down to her foster parents an shook her head.
"You guys should really just stop fighting, is it really worth seeing her cry, John? Is it really worth seeing how red his face gets when he is mad, Kathy?" After she spoke, she crossed her arms, and Kathy glared at her. But they had stopped fighting, that was all that Krysten wanted. John shook his head, and told her to go pack her bags, he told her that they couldn't handle her anymore, and they were going to send her away. Krysten knew this day was coming so she just nodded her head and did as she was told, it was better to get out of this damned house anyways...
Later that week;
After a couple days in this damned orphanage with the cheery nurses, and the bratty kids, Krysten got tired of it, and packed her bags. she told the nurses to go screw themselves and left the orphanage, she was not very happy. Although it was raining as she left, and her blonde hair got trapped against her skin, and a soft sigh left her lips. What was she going to do now? She questioned herself and went over to a building leaning against it as flat as she could to get out of the rain.
"You guys should really just stop fighting, is it really worth seeing her cry, John? Is it really worth seeing how red his face gets when he is mad, Kathy?" After she spoke, she crossed her arms, and Kathy glared at her. But they had stopped fighting, that was all that Krysten wanted. John shook his head, and told her to go pack her bags, he told her that they couldn't handle her anymore, and they were going to send her away. Krysten knew this day was coming so she just nodded her head and did as she was told, it was better to get out of this damned house anyways...
Later that week;
After a couple days in this damned orphanage with the cheery nurses, and the bratty kids, Krysten got tired of it, and packed her bags. she told the nurses to go screw themselves and left the orphanage, she was not very happy. Although it was raining as she left, and her blonde hair got trapped against her skin, and a soft sigh left her lips. What was she going to do now? She questioned herself and went over to a building leaning against it as flat as she could to get out of the rain.