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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

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Song: Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

My parents, they could be alive. I could actually have a chance to finally meet them. What color would their eyes be? Would it be a golden green like mine or would it be something more normal like a brown or blue. Would I have hair like my mom or my dad. So many unanswered questions. Its been two and a halve weeks since I've been in this shit hole

"Hey butler, get me some juice." I called, motioning with my hands. The butler barely nodded his head but was off. I smiled and eased back into the comfy sofa. Maybe this isn't exactly a shit hole, but it isn't home. But they do have things that makes it more. . .homey.

"AHAHAHA!" I belted out as I laughed at the TV screen.

Example: Spongebob.

It wasn't easy to get it either, I'll tell you that. When I first learned that I wouldn't be able to watch SpongeBob anymore, I broke down on the spot probably crying for a few hours before Ike stormed into Mist's room and told me to "shut the hell up". He has a way with words, doesn't he? Sarcasm. Anyways, I told him my problem and then he told me he would see what he could do, if I would shut up. Quiet like a mouse.

So now I'm here, with juice in my hands, watching SpongeBob, being a lazy snob. Yes I treat the workers rudely too. Sooner or later they'll get use to it, I don't like this place, simple really. So why should I treat anyone nice?

Because the butlers and people who work here didn't have anything to do with none of this.

"You again."

Someone has to keep you in check.

"I can keep my own self in check. . .so how about you go and jump off a bridge."

Gladly

"Ha", I shouted out loud before I thought about it for a few seconds.

"Hey!" I once again said out loud.

I heard footsteps enter the living room, one of the many but didn't make any effort to see who it was. That was until, I was yanked off the couch and my eyes connected with greenish blue ones. I glared at him.

We already had a talk about him interrupting, my SpongeBob time. The talking being me throwing a lamp at him, him dodging it and then chasing me around until I locked myself up in the room for the night. He was still angry in the morning. . .but shouldn't I be the angry one? I was the one who didn't get a midnight snack.

"Get dress." He muttered in a hard voice. "You're going shopping with Mist."

I shook myself out of his grip and popped my hip out, while placing a hand on my hip. "Woah, woah, woah Mr. Ikey." His glare at me hardened, he hated my little nickname. "Don't tell me what to do."

He smirked. I hated his smirk, there isn't niceness behind it just mischief and evilness.

"Either you go and get ready or I'll drag you out and pick out your clothes, which one?" I thought about it for a second. Did I really want him to pick out my clothes. It would be like a house of horror if he did. My eyes flicked to him, he was tapping his foot impatiently while giving me a nasty look. Could he once just smile at me, he acts like I get on his nerves.

"You do", he mumbled.

"HEY!! What did I tell you about reading my mind." He shrugged unsympathetically.