~Allison's pov~
I was brushing my teeth when she came knocking on the door telling me to hurry up.
"Hold on I'm almost finished god", I said to her.
"Just hurry the hell up you're not the only perfect princess living here." Spencer yelled through the door.
For one day, I wish she would just shut up about me being a princess or the fact that I act like I'm the only one living in this stupid group home because I know I'm not.
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My name is Allison Reid, I'm 17 years old, and I've been in and out of foster homes, group homes since I was 8. My dad was an alcoholic and he would always abuse my mom in front of my brother Luke who was 6, and I. She would always end up doing drugs after he would hit her and I don't really blame her. Reason why I've been in and out of those places? I was walking home from school one day, and when I got around the corner, there was a lot of police and an ambulance around my house. I ran to our house and this cop lady had stopped me and told me to sit in her cop car. I sat there for awhile playing with my stuffed giraffe and when I looked up I saw two bodies being carried out on stretchers and not soon after my father was being walked out in handcuffs with blood all over him. I began to cry and the lady cop had came over to me and told me something bad has happened to my mother and brother. I didn't find out what actually happened to them until I was 12. My mother and brother were stabbed to death by my own father. And well ever since then it's been foster home after foster home and some group homes. I'm at this group home now because I was apparently "too much to handle" for my old foster parents, because I was such a failure to them.
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"God get out of the fucking bathroom already!"
Spencer yelled once again.
I open the door to see her with her arms crossed, and her giving me a death stare. I walked passed without saying anything and she bumps me on purpose making me trip.
"Why are you such an ass" I yelled at her, kicking her leg.
We began to fight and all the other girls in the home started yelling and chanting us on but then we heard Ms. Beckett walking up the stairs. She pulled Spencer off of me and another girl helped me up.
"That's it!! I've had enough of you two fighting all the time, I'm calling the agency. You're both done." Spencer and I just stared at each other and then walked to our rooms to pack our stuff.
