A Strange Way of Falling in tình yêu Chapter OneN2P?
Kyle's POV
I did not understand why I was being sent away from my mom. She was the only family I have and will ever have. All I knew is that I was being sent to some foster care place. I was going to live with other kids; but some how that did not help the situation. It all sounded dumb to me anyways. I did not want to be here. Not at all.
"Hi Kyle," someone đã đưa ý kiến as they came up to me, "I am taking bạn to your foster home. Everything is going to be fine, there is nothing to worry about."
I gave him the dumbest look and followed him. I had already tried getting out of this but they have seen my rebellious marks on my profile. I had messed up big the last time. So they were monitoring me with an ankle bracelet. I was free to go get a job and everything as long as I was good.
"Okay we are here," the man đã đưa ý kiến as pulled up to an old house, "remember they know about kids with problems. So bạn do not have to be scared, just open up to them."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever," I muttered.
I followed him inside the house and we went to the kitchen.
There was a girl in there. She was short, really short. Short as in maybe five foot. She has short white blond hair and dark blue eyes; she was actually kind of cute. She also had a glare that could kill a person.
"Here bạn go," a woman đã đưa ý kiến as she handed some sort of pill to the blond girl.
"Dude, bạn are staring," some guy đã đưa ý kiến as he stood bởi me, "do not do that!"
So I tried to stop as he said; but I wanted to see what was she doing. I was curious.
The lady watched as if the girl had really swallowed the pill. I could tell she had not really swallowed it. But who cares.
"This is Kyle Harmon," the man said, "he is all yours."
"Hi, I am Roxy," the lady said, "it is so nice to have bạn here."
I rolled my eyes at her. Who cares if I a here. Because I sure don't!
"This is Lola, and that there is Jordan," Roxy đã đưa ý kiến as she pointed to each of them, "Say hello, bạn two."
"Hey man," Jordan đã đưa ý kiến as Lola just looked at me like I was some kind of idiot and then walked away, "do not be mad she does not talk that much anyways."
"Oh shut up," Lola đã đưa ý kiến as she came back into the kitchen, "what is up with that ankle bracelet?"
"They wanted to keep an eye on me," I shrugged as I saw her ankle bracelet, "what about you?"
"Don't worry about it," she đã đưa ý kiến and walked off.
"Sorry about that," Roxy said, "she is not to thrilled to have someone new in the house."
"Lola does not like meeting new people hoặc anything that involves doing something new," Jordan stated, "at all."
Lola walked back into the phòng bếp, nhà bếp rolling her eyes. "You just wish bạn could ignore things like I can, Jordan," She đã đưa ý kiến with a smirk.
"That is enough bạn two," Roxy đã đưa ý kiến suddenly, "they normally do not fight!"
"Whatever," I shrugged.
I all ready could tell I was not going to like it here.
"Okay, if bạn need anything I will be outside in the yard," she đã đưa ý kiến as she walked away.
"So what is Lola's story," I asked curiously.
"Not my secret to tell," Jordan stated.
"Can bạn tell me why she wears an ankle bracelet," I asked still curious.
"They have to keep an eye on her," he đã đưa ý kiến as he walked away, "or that is what she told me."
Well, that was no help at all! So I was here, in this new house, with not clue where to go. It was stupid.
I walked out the phòng bếp, nhà bếp with my bag and went up stairs. This place was big for a foster house.
I heard some screaming âm nhạc coming from a room. The door was closed. So I opened it.
Lola was asking me something. I could tell she was very, very annoyed.
"What," I asked as she turned down the âm nhạc (if bạn could call it that).
"What do bạn want," she asked annoyed.
"Where is my room," I asked in the same annoyed tone.
"Do I look like I would know," she ask, "who even cares! Now get out!"
"Well, aren't bạn just full of sunshine," I spat sarcastically.
"Thank you," she đã đưa ý kiến as she turned the âm nhạc back up.
"What is her problem," I muttered to myself.
"She does not like you," some little boy said, "you are new. She will get over it sooner hoặc later. When bạn here âm nhạc that loud, never go into her room!"
"Now bạn tell me," I said.
"I'm Conner," he said, "you must be Kyle!"
"That is me," I said, "do bạn know where my room is?"
"Yep, right there," Conner đã đưa ý kiến as he pointed at the door.
"Thanks," I đã đưa ý kiến as I closed the door behind me.
This was going to be one heck of a place to live...
Kyle's POV
I did not understand why I was being sent away from my mom. She was the only family I have and will ever have. All I knew is that I was being sent to some foster care place. I was going to live with other kids; but some how that did not help the situation. It all sounded dumb to me anyways. I did not want to be here. Not at all.
"Hi Kyle," someone đã đưa ý kiến as they came up to me, "I am taking bạn to your foster home. Everything is going to be fine, there is nothing to worry about."
I gave him the dumbest look and followed him. I had already tried getting out of this but they have seen my rebellious marks on my profile. I had messed up big the last time. So they were monitoring me with an ankle bracelet. I was free to go get a job and everything as long as I was good.
"Okay we are here," the man đã đưa ý kiến as pulled up to an old house, "remember they know about kids with problems. So bạn do not have to be scared, just open up to them."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever," I muttered.
I followed him inside the house and we went to the kitchen.
There was a girl in there. She was short, really short. Short as in maybe five foot. She has short white blond hair and dark blue eyes; she was actually kind of cute. She also had a glare that could kill a person.
"Here bạn go," a woman đã đưa ý kiến as she handed some sort of pill to the blond girl.
"Dude, bạn are staring," some guy đã đưa ý kiến as he stood bởi me, "do not do that!"
So I tried to stop as he said; but I wanted to see what was she doing. I was curious.
The lady watched as if the girl had really swallowed the pill. I could tell she had not really swallowed it. But who cares.
"This is Kyle Harmon," the man said, "he is all yours."
"Hi, I am Roxy," the lady said, "it is so nice to have bạn here."
I rolled my eyes at her. Who cares if I a here. Because I sure don't!
"This is Lola, and that there is Jordan," Roxy đã đưa ý kiến as she pointed to each of them, "Say hello, bạn two."
"Hey man," Jordan đã đưa ý kiến as Lola just looked at me like I was some kind of idiot and then walked away, "do not be mad she does not talk that much anyways."
"Oh shut up," Lola đã đưa ý kiến as she came back into the kitchen, "what is up with that ankle bracelet?"
"They wanted to keep an eye on me," I shrugged as I saw her ankle bracelet, "what about you?"
"Don't worry about it," she đã đưa ý kiến and walked off.
"Sorry about that," Roxy said, "she is not to thrilled to have someone new in the house."
"Lola does not like meeting new people hoặc anything that involves doing something new," Jordan stated, "at all."
Lola walked back into the phòng bếp, nhà bếp rolling her eyes. "You just wish bạn could ignore things like I can, Jordan," She đã đưa ý kiến with a smirk.
"That is enough bạn two," Roxy đã đưa ý kiến suddenly, "they normally do not fight!"
"Whatever," I shrugged.
I all ready could tell I was not going to like it here.
"Okay, if bạn need anything I will be outside in the yard," she đã đưa ý kiến as she walked away.
"So what is Lola's story," I asked curiously.
"Not my secret to tell," Jordan stated.
"Can bạn tell me why she wears an ankle bracelet," I asked still curious.
"They have to keep an eye on her," he đã đưa ý kiến as he walked away, "or that is what she told me."
Well, that was no help at all! So I was here, in this new house, with not clue where to go. It was stupid.
I walked out the phòng bếp, nhà bếp with my bag and went up stairs. This place was big for a foster house.
I heard some screaming âm nhạc coming from a room. The door was closed. So I opened it.
Lola was asking me something. I could tell she was very, very annoyed.
"What," I asked as she turned down the âm nhạc (if bạn could call it that).
"What do bạn want," she asked annoyed.
"Where is my room," I asked in the same annoyed tone.
"Do I look like I would know," she ask, "who even cares! Now get out!"
"Well, aren't bạn just full of sunshine," I spat sarcastically.
"Thank you," she đã đưa ý kiến as she turned the âm nhạc back up.
"What is her problem," I muttered to myself.
"She does not like you," some little boy said, "you are new. She will get over it sooner hoặc later. When bạn here âm nhạc that loud, never go into her room!"
"Now bạn tell me," I said.
"I'm Conner," he said, "you must be Kyle!"
"That is me," I said, "do bạn know where my room is?"
"Yep, right there," Conner đã đưa ý kiến as he pointed at the door.
"Thanks," I đã đưa ý kiến as I closed the door behind me.
This was going to be one heck of a place to live...