One mans trash, 5 boys treasure
Packing
Kelly's POV.
"have you finished packing?" Yells Mrs Tramp from downstairs.
"Almost!" I yell back. I don't know what to do. I'm meant to have finished packing. But I haven't even started. Why do I even bother? I wonder out loud.
"Because your going to make us money" replied Mr Tramp who was standing in the doorway. "Why haven't you started packing, Kelly?!?!?! He yells at me while coming closer with a whip. He slashes the whip and I flinch in pain. This is one thing I'm not gonna miss when I leave this dog pound. "I said, why haven't you finished packing, Kelly?!?! Mr Tramp says again. "Sorry sir, I'll be right on it". "I'll be back in 20 minutes and I expect everything to be packed and ready, you understand?" "Y-y-yes sir." I hear him cursing while leaving the room.
So know, if you haven't guessed, I'm an orphan. My family members all died in a car crash when I was 4. I was the only one who survived, even though I was in a coma for 3 years. I woke up eventually, the doctors all said I was very lucky to be alive. I thought I was lucky too, until I had to go into orphanage. Tramps Orphanage Centre (I just made that up). From then on, I always thought orphans were the unluckiest people on earth.
I was friends with most of the people in the orphanage centre, well, the nice ones anyways. We have over 50 kids in this orphanage centre, most of them are under the age of 16, just like me. I had been thinking I'd still have 2 more years in this dog pound, but no, some rich family had seemed find of me and decided they wanted me to be their daughter seeing as they only had 1 son. So, as you can tell, us orphans can either get bought at the age of 16 or forced to leave at the age of 18.
I thought that I was pretty unfortunate having been the chosen one, because people who have been chosen often came back to visit and tell terrible stories about their new 'job'. Most of them have gotten raped, some have commuted suicide because if the way they had gotten treated. I had heard stories about my 'new family' being all stuck up, rich princesses. I really would've rather stayed for another 2 more years rather than go join some randoms new family. I got sent to live with them last weekend so I can have a 'taste' of what being 'loved' feels like. I absolutely hate them. Especially me new brother, Clark. You can tell that they are all very posh & rich by their names. I don't think they want a Kelly in their family. I asked them, they had said they were going to change my name to something else. Something like Margaret. What. The. Fuck. "I don't want to be stuck up like your son" I had yelled at them. They said I had to mind my own language and made me apologize to them.
"have you finished packing?" Yells Mrs Tramp from downstairs.
"Almost!" I yell back. I don't know what to do. I'm meant to have finished packing. But I haven't even started. Why do I even bother? I wonder out loud.
"Because your going to make us money" replied Mr Tramp who was standing in the doorway. "Why haven't you started packing, Kelly?!?!?! He yells at me while coming closer with a whip. He slashes the whip and I flinch in pain. This is one thing I'm not gonna miss when I leave this dog pound. "I said, why haven't you finished packing, Kelly?!?! Mr Tramp says again. "Sorry sir, I'll be right on it". "I'll be back in 20 minutes and I expect everything to be packed and ready, you understand?" "Y-y-yes sir." I hear him cursing while leaving the room.
So know, if you haven't guessed, I'm an orphan. My family members all died in a car crash when I was 4. I was the only one who survived, even though I was in a coma for 3 years. I woke up eventually, the doctors all said I was very lucky to be alive. I thought I was lucky too, until I had to go into orphanage. Tramps Orphanage Centre (I just made that up). From then on, I always thought orphans were the unluckiest people on earth.
I was friends with most of the people in the orphanage centre, well, the nice ones anyways. We have over 50 kids in this orphanage centre, most of them are under the age of 16, just like me. I had been thinking I'd still have 2 more years in this dog pound, but no, some rich family had seemed find of me and decided they wanted me to be their daughter seeing as they only had 1 son. So, as you can tell, us orphans can either get bought at the age of 16 or forced to leave at the age of 18.
I thought that I was pretty unfortunate having been the chosen one, because people who have been chosen often came back to visit and tell terrible stories about their new 'job'. Most of them have gotten raped, some have commuted suicide because if the way they had gotten treated. I had heard stories about my 'new family' being all stuck up, rich princesses. I really would've rather stayed for another 2 more years rather than go join some randoms new family. I got sent to live with them last weekend so I can have a 'taste' of what being 'loved' feels like. I absolutely hate them. Especially me new brother, Clark. You can tell that they are all very posh & rich by their names. I don't think they want a Kelly in their family. I asked them, they had said they were going to change my name to something else. Something like Margaret. What. The. Fuck. "I don't want to be stuck up like your son" I had yelled at them. They said I had to mind my own language and made me apologize to them.
Notes
Heyyyyyyy guysssss.sorry if this was bad guys. This is my first story so I'm still trying to think of a good story line. Comment what you think should happen?
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No I love this story
1/11/14