Another pair of newbs came and another pair of newly eighteen year olds left. She yelled at sixteen year olds like me to show them around, tell them what happens if you don't do your chores and other rules.
Because I broke the 'rules', I had a new black eye, bruised face, busted lip from the middle, and cuts and burns on different areas on my body.
I got a call listed as Pie.
I trust no one around here, so just in case...
I scurried out the house and gulped,"Hello?"
"I've found your parents. Meet me at Bill's in half an hour."
Bill's house is about fifteen minuets.
I jogged over and knowing I was always welcome, I knocked on the white wooden door.
The private investigator answered and smiled,"Early bird catches the worm."
I nodded before walking in.
I know this'll sound corny, but I've always kind of wondered about my parents. I mean, they didn't want me then, what might've changed that'll make them want me now?
As we were walking to the room, Mr.Joseph, asked,"Do you like One Direction?"
"No. I hate One Direction."
He just laughed, while I thought he was a crazy man.
Once we sat down, I was told who my parents were and Bill said we were going to meet my mother, Abigail Austin, tomorrow morning.
When I asked about my father, they mumbled something about him not caring.
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I crashed on the couch, like I used to do, but I was sandwiched between all three guys. No that's not right. I was sandwiched between Matt and Max with Mark laying on all off our laps.
We yawned and stretched after having pictures taken by Bill.
Once they had breakfast, we were on our way.