Chapter 2: 2
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Today by parking my scooter in front of the house, I see that we must have several visitors. I can see two cop cars, but something else is more rare. It's not common for tourists to stop to the house of savages. Whats even more rarer a guy who can afford a big German sedan visiting the disgusting slum that serves me as a shelter. If we think about it, the only visitors we have are the people of the sect, the factors, the false asses who ask donations for the churches, my uncle and the banker who often come to claim his money and demand a third mortgage on this house. It also happens that the former pastor of my mother who certainly regrets his gifts more than generous, visit her to bring her back to the right path, or more exactly to the one who will take her towards the path of the box cash of the community . On entering the house, I hear my mother screaming that the man will go to hell to grab the last furniture he has left. A very tanned woman is also present, opening the doors, looking quickly inside my room, that of my sister and then moving to another room. When the woman sees me, curiously, she starts to smile and then comes in my direction.
His compassionate look makes me want to to uncheck her a right. "Hello, according to my file, you must be Lisa the eldest child of this family. I introduce myself to Anette Ainfield of Child Welfare and I would like to talk to you and your younger sister. Could we sit somewhere? "
I look at it for a moment and knowing that it was going to happen with the file they have on my mother crazy, I directs her to the kitchen with a wave of her hand. "We only have those chairs that hurt ass, Do not be too demanding. So what's up? Will you still ask me if my mother beats me or if she raises us properly? It's laughable. I will tell you that visits from your colleagues have started when I had twelve but nothing evolves. Ask your questions quickly because I have something more interesting to do."
She looks at me with her mouth open and laughs as if she does not care about me. "As my predecessors have written, you're pretty nervous and frank, Lisa. Today I will not ask you any questions but have information. From tonight, your grandmother for a period of three months will welcome you to her home. It is not definitive but your mother mustrelieve stress and for that, she needs to be alone in a suitable environment."
I hit the angry table learning this bullshit. "Do you want me to sleep at that old woman's house?" Are you kidding me? The old woman hardly stands on her legs and with both of us she is going to die."
While I wanted to keep talking, my adorable sister came in and jumped like a cretin. "I really like grandma who stinks and she cooks well and has a huge television. When do we leave, when madam?"
As I had not finished saying the substance of my thought, I continued. "Shut up Emie! We do not need anyone. I'm making enough money to feed my stupid sister and will certainly care for it as well as my mother."
The woman, or rather Anette, sigh, looking at me. "I know, but you're a minor, and I do not think you're mature enough to lead in home."
This bitch, I swear to make him skin no matter what. "If you want to put my mother in the psychiatric hospital, it does not concern us, so do not bother us anymore and leave home."
After having let my sister chat with this woman, I go to my room, where I happily find all my belongings. The guy with the nice car is of course a bailiff and the last time one of them came, he wanted to take my personal belongings considering my belongings were inside the house, he felt they could be seized. I sigh and try not to think too much negatively. Reflecting calmly, I understand that I have no choice. The situation is already not very cheerful, I must not aggravate it with a stupid infantile anger that will solve nothing of the problem.
An hour later, the too tanned woman knocks on my door to inform me that I had to start preparing my bag because we will leave in thirty minutes. We could walk there because the old woman lives two blocks from here, but I guess she has her fucking procedures to respect and that besides, it makes her enjoy doing her job well and to break the already unhappy families. I ask you. You honestly believe that a kid of four or five years old, although he is not very happy at home, will jump for joy when arriving at his grandmother's house or in a at an institution in which he will be left with two hundred other depressive children who are only numbers of which no one has time to deal? Me no, I think this solution especially allows people like this woman to think their work is fair and bragging during dinners, with her friends of the good deeds she performs every day. I bet you a bottle of tequila that every night, she goes to bed with a smile on her face,wait for other unfortunate children to be removed from their homes for herpersonal well-being.
When this tanned woman comes back, we carry our bags in the trunk of his car for poor. Start, stop. Two minutes and here we are to destination. After Emie rings four times, it seems the old has heard. The old woman screams towards the door that she is not deaf. When she opens us and I see her old face which meminds me of a dry raisin, I tell myself that this stay will be surprisingly boring.
The old woman smiles when she sees us and applauds for who knows what reason. "As you have grown up girls, and you are becoming more and more pretty."
My ever-so-intelligent sister comes in and laughs. "Hello, Stinky grandma, you will have to cook good because I'm growing and a friend told me that I lacked LSD to properly develop my brain."
I prefer to ignore the usual stupidity of my little sister and enter. "Hi, we'll stay here for a while but it's not voluntary so do not make me shit. I'm going to the usual bedroom. "
The darker than tanned woman comes in and make a comment. "Lisa, I do not think that talking like this to the person who receives you nicely is correct."
As I went up the stairs I stopped and stared at her. "I am aware of being unpleasant but do not feel the urge to apologize that I do not deem useful."
After eating, I go back to my mother's house to pick up my scooter. Tonight, I have to join my friends for an outing in the only music club in the city. Sometimes, rarely, it happens that the owner has good taste and invites good musicians, which allows to spend a pleasant evening and to escape a little to our life which sorely lacks colors.
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Today by parking my scooter in front of the house, I see that we must have several visitors. I can see two cop cars, but something else is more rare. It's not common for tourists to stop to the house of savages. Whats even more rarer a guy who can afford a big German sedan visiting the disgusting slum that serves me as a shelter. If we think about it, the only visitors we have are the people of the sect, the factors, the false asses who ask donations for the churches, my uncle and the banker who often come to claim his money and demand a third mortgage on this house. It also happens that the former pastor of my mother who certainly regrets his gifts more than generous, visit her to bring her back to the right path, or more exactly to the one who will take her towards the path of the box cash of the community . On entering the house, I hear my mother screaming that the man will go to hell to grab the last furniture he has left. A very tanned woman is also present, opening the doors, looking quickly inside my room, that of my sister and then moving to another room. When the woman sees me, curiously, she starts to smile and then comes in my direction.
His compassionate look makes me want to to uncheck her a right. "Hello, according to my file, you must be Lisa the eldest child of this family. I introduce myself to Anette Ainfield of Child Welfare and I would like to talk to you and your younger sister. Could we sit somewhere? "
I look at it for a moment and knowing that it was going to happen with the file they have on my mother crazy, I directs her to the kitchen with a wave of her hand. "We only have those chairs that hurt ass, Do not be too demanding. So what's up? Will you still ask me if my mother beats me or if she raises us properly? It's laughable. I will tell you that visits from your colleagues have started when I had twelve but nothing evolves. Ask your questions quickly because I have something more interesting to do."
She looks at me with her mouth open and laughs as if she does not care about me. "As my predecessors have written, you're pretty nervous and frank, Lisa. Today I will not ask you any questions but have information. From tonight, your grandmother for a period of three months will welcome you to her home. It is not definitive but your mother mustrelieve stress and for that, she needs to be alone in a suitable environment."
I hit the angry table learning this bullshit. "Do you want me to sleep at that old woman's house?" Are you kidding me? The old woman hardly stands on her legs and with both of us she is going to die."
While I wanted to keep talking, my adorable sister came in and jumped like a cretin. "I really like grandma who stinks and she cooks well and has a huge television. When do we leave, when madam?"
As I had not finished saying the substance of my thought, I continued. "Shut up Emie! We do not need anyone. I'm making enough money to feed my stupid sister and will certainly care for it as well as my mother."
The woman, or rather Anette, sigh, looking at me. "I know, but you're a minor, and I do not think you're mature enough to lead in home."
This bitch, I swear to make him skin no matter what. "If you want to put my mother in the psychiatric hospital, it does not concern us, so do not bother us anymore and leave home."
After having let my sister chat with this woman, I go to my room, where I happily find all my belongings. The guy with the nice car is of course a bailiff and the last time one of them came, he wanted to take my personal belongings considering my belongings were inside the house, he felt they could be seized. I sigh and try not to think too much negatively. Reflecting calmly, I understand that I have no choice. The situation is already not very cheerful, I must not aggravate it with a stupid infantile anger that will solve nothing of the problem.
An hour later, the too tanned woman knocks on my door to inform me that I had to start preparing my bag because we will leave in thirty minutes. We could walk there because the old woman lives two blocks from here, but I guess she has her fucking procedures to respect and that besides, it makes her enjoy doing her job well and to break the already unhappy families. I ask you. You honestly believe that a kid of four or five years old, although he is not very happy at home, will jump for joy when arriving at his grandmother's house or in a at an institution in which he will be left with two hundred other depressive children who are only numbers of which no one has time to deal? Me no, I think this solution especially allows people like this woman to think their work is fair and bragging during dinners, with her friends of the good deeds she performs every day. I bet you a bottle of tequila that every night, she goes to bed with a smile on her face,wait for other unfortunate children to be removed from their homes for herpersonal well-being.
When this tanned woman comes back, we carry our bags in the trunk of his car for poor. Start, stop. Two minutes and here we are to destination. After Emie rings four times, it seems the old has heard. The old woman screams towards the door that she is not deaf. When she opens us and I see her old face which meminds me of a dry raisin, I tell myself that this stay will be surprisingly boring.
The old woman smiles when she sees us and applauds for who knows what reason. "As you have grown up girls, and you are becoming more and more pretty."
My ever-so-intelligent sister comes in and laughs. "Hello, Stinky grandma, you will have to cook good because I'm growing and a friend told me that I lacked LSD to properly develop my brain."
I prefer to ignore the usual stupidity of my little sister and enter. "Hi, we'll stay here for a while but it's not voluntary so do not make me shit. I'm going to the usual bedroom. "
The darker than tanned woman comes in and make a comment. "Lisa, I do not think that talking like this to the person who receives you nicely is correct."
As I went up the stairs I stopped and stared at her. "I am aware of being unpleasant but do not feel the urge to apologize that I do not deem useful."
After eating, I go back to my mother's house to pick up my scooter. Tonight, I have to join my friends for an outing in the only music club in the city. Sometimes, rarely, it happens that the owner has good taste and invites good musicians, which allows to spend a pleasant evening and to escape a little to our life which sorely lacks colors.
Today by parking my scooter in front of the house, I see that we must have several visitors. I can see two cop cars, but something else is more rare. It's not common for tourists to stop to the house of savages. Whats even more rarer a guy who can afford a big German sedan visiting the disgusting slum that serves me as a shelter. If we think about it, the only visitors we have are the people of the sect, the factors, the false asses who ask donations for the churches, my uncle and the banker who often come to claim his money and demand a third mortgage on this house. It also happens that the former pastor of my mother who certainly regrets his gifts more than generous, visit her to bring her back to the right path, or more exactly to the one who will take her towards the path of the box cash of the community . On entering the house, I hear my mother screaming that the man will go to hell to grab the last furniture he has left. A very tanned woman is also present, opening the doors, looking quickly inside my room, that of my sister and then moving to another room. When the woman sees me, curiously, she starts to smile and then comes in my direction.His compassionate look makes me want to to uncheck her a right. "Hello, according to my file, you must be Lisa the eldest child of this family. I introduce myself to Anette Ainfield of Child Welfare and I would like to talk to you and your younger sister. Could we sit somewhere? "I look at it for a moment and knowing that it was going to happen with the file they have on my mother crazy, I directs her to the kitchen with a wave of her hand. "We only have those chairs that hurt ass, Do not be too demanding. So what's up? Will you still ask me if my mother beats me or if she raises us properly? It's laughable. I will tell you that visits from your colleagues have started when I had twelve but nothing evolves. Ask your questions quickly because I have something more interesting to do."She looks at me with her mouth open and laughs as if she does not care about me. "As my predecessors have written, you're pretty nervous and frank, Lisa. Today I will not ask you any questions but have information. From tonight, your grandmother for a period of three months will welcome you to her home. It is not definitive but your mother mustrelieve stress and for that, she needs to be alone in a suitable environment."I hit the angry table learning this bullshit. "Do you want me to sleep at that old woman's house?" Are you kidding me? The old woman hardly stands on her legs and with both of us she is going to die."While I wanted to keep talking, my adorable sister came in and jumped like a cretin. "I really like grandma who stinks and she cooks well and has a huge television. When do we leave, when madam?"As I had not finished saying the substance of my thought, I continued. "Shut up Emie! We do not need anyone. I'm making enough money to feed my stupid sister and will certainly care for it as well as my mother."The woman, or rather Anette, sigh, looking at me. "I know, but you're a minor, and I do not think you're mature enough to lead in home."This bitch, I swear to make him skin no matter what. "If you want to put my mother in the psychiatric hospital, it does not concern us, so do not bother us anymore and leave home."After having let my sister chat with this woman, I go to my room, where I happily find all my belongings. The guy with the nice car is of course a bailiff and the last time one of them came, he wanted to take my personal belongings considering my belongings were inside the house, he felt they could be seized. I sigh and try not to think too much negatively. Reflecting calmly, I understand that I have no choice. The situation is already not very cheerful, I must not aggravate it with a stupid infantile anger that will solve nothing of the problem.An hour later, the too tanned woman knocks on my door to inform me that I had to start preparing my bag because we will leave in thirty minutes. We could walk there because the old woman lives two blocks from here, but I guess she has her fucking procedures to respect and that besides, it makes her enjoy doing her job well and to break the already unhappy families. I ask you. You honestly believe that a kid of four or five years old, although he is not very happy at home, will jump for joy when arriving at his grandmother's house or in a at an institution in which he will be left with two hundred other depressive children who are only numbers of which no one has time to deal? Me no, I think this solution especially allows people like this woman to think their work is fair and bragging during dinners, with her friends of the good deeds she performs every day. I bet you a bottle of tequila that every night, she goes to bed with a smile on her face,wait for other unfortunate children to be removed from their homes for herpersonal well-being.When this tanned woman comes back, we carry our bags in the trunk of his car for poor. Start, stop. Two minutes and here we are to destination. After Emie rings four times, it seems the old has heard. The old woman screams towards the door that she is not deaf. When she opens us and I see her old face which meminds me of a dry raisin, I tell myself that this stay will be surprisingly boring.The old woman smiles when she sees us and applauds for who knows what reason. "As you have grown up girls, and you are becoming more and more pretty."My ever-so-intelligent sister comes in and laughs. "Hello, Stinky grandma, you will have to cook good because I'm growing and a friend told me that I lacked LSD to properly develop my brain."I prefer to ignore the usual stupidity of my little sister and enter. "Hi, we'll stay here for a while but it's not voluntary so do not make me shit. I'm going to the usual bedroom. "The darker than tanned woman comes in and make a comment. "Lisa, I do not think that talking like this to the person who receives you nicely is correct."As I went up the stairs I stopped and stared at her. "I am aware of being unpleasant but do not feel the urge to apologize that I do not deem useful."After eating, I go back to my mother's house to pick up my scooter. Tonight, I have to join my friends for an outing in the only music club in the city. Sometimes, rarely, it happens that the owner has good taste and invites good musicians, which allows to spend a pleasant evening and to escape a little to our life which sorely lacks colors.
