A Strange Way of Falling in Love 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 zei as they came up to me, "I am taking u 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 zei as pulled up to an old house, "remember they know about kids with problems. So u 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 u go," a woman zei as she handed some sort of pill to the blond girl.
"Dude, u are staring," some guy zei as he stood door 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 u 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 zei as she pointed to each of them, "Say hello, u two."
"Hey man," Jordan zei 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 zei 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 zei 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 of anything that involves doing something new," Jordan stated, "at all."
Lola walked back into the keuken-, keuken rolling her eyes. "You just wish u could ignore things like I can, Jordan," She zei with a smirk.
"That is enough u two," Roxy zei suddenly, "they normally do not fight!"
"Whatever," I shrugged.
I all ready could tell I was not going to like it here.
"Okay, if u need anything I will be outside in the yard," she zei as she walked away.
"So what is Lola's story," I asked curiously.
"Not my secret to tell," Jordan stated.
"Can u tell me why she wears an ankle bracelet," I asked still curious.
"They have to keep an eye on her," he zei 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 keuken-, keuken with my bag and went up stairs. This place was big for a foster house.
I heard some screaming muziek 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 muziek (if u could call it that).
"What do u 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 u just full of sunshine," I spat sarcastically.
"Thank you," she zei as she turned the muziek 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 of later. When u here muziek that loud, never go into her room!"
"Now u tell me," I said.
"I'm Conner," he said, "you must be Kyle!"
"That is me," I said, "do u know where my room is?"
"Yep, right there," Conner zei as he pointed at the door.
"Thanks," I zei 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 zei as they came up to me, "I am taking u 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 zei as pulled up to an old house, "remember they know about kids with problems. So u 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 u go," a woman zei as she handed some sort of pill to the blond girl.
"Dude, u are staring," some guy zei as he stood door 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 u 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 zei as she pointed to each of them, "Say hello, u two."
"Hey man," Jordan zei 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 zei 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 zei 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 of anything that involves doing something new," Jordan stated, "at all."
Lola walked back into the keuken-, keuken rolling her eyes. "You just wish u could ignore things like I can, Jordan," She zei with a smirk.
"That is enough u two," Roxy zei suddenly, "they normally do not fight!"
"Whatever," I shrugged.
I all ready could tell I was not going to like it here.
"Okay, if u need anything I will be outside in the yard," she zei as she walked away.
"So what is Lola's story," I asked curiously.
"Not my secret to tell," Jordan stated.
"Can u tell me why she wears an ankle bracelet," I asked still curious.
"They have to keep an eye on her," he zei 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 keuken-, keuken with my bag and went up stairs. This place was big for a foster house.
I heard some screaming muziek 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 muziek (if u could call it that).
"What do u 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 u just full of sunshine," I spat sarcastically.
"Thank you," she zei as she turned the muziek 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 of later. When u here muziek that loud, never go into her room!"
"Now u tell me," I said.
"I'm Conner," he said, "you must be Kyle!"
"That is me," I said, "do u know where my room is?"
"Yep, right there," Conner zei as he pointed at the door.
"Thanks," I zei as I closed the door behind me.
This was going to be one heck of a place to live...