Troubled- Do you want more??

Gone

The car arrived and I was gone. Off to my new home if thats what you want to call it. I was in trouble with the law and my family, there was no turning back. My best friend Braxton was taken the same day too. He was off to his new home too. Where ever that is. My heart clenched and fear kicked in. I put up a fight but I did not win. I couldn't believe my parents for sending me away. To a house I knew noone at, to place that wasn't home and how dare them betray me.
"Sir, where are we going?" I asked groaning.
"Well, to a place called Children of America Treatment Center for Troubled kids.'' he answered in a boring voice.
I rolled my eyes and continued to pick at my nails. I thought about how I didn't get to say good bye to anyone but my stupid family and what this place was going to be like. We contined to drive for another hour. My stomach started turning and I started getting impatient. I hated cars and always got car sick. Just to much stuff going on around you know?
We pulled down a drive way with blue Gravel at the end of the drive was an office. To left there was twelve manifuctured homes and to right were twelve more. Beyond the office was a large hill and at the bottom was a large field. The place looked beautiful I had to admit. He parked and we got out. I got my suitcases and purse out of the care and started hauling it towards the office.
In the office behind a desk was a fat lady with red hair, hazel eyes, and  who looked annoyed at having her job. The office was just not an office it was her home.
"Whats your name?" She asked in drawling voice.
"Tay Jane Kurt" I said mimicking her voice.
"Okay Tay give me any electronics and jewlry." the fat lady said smiling maliciously.
I rolled my eyes while taking out my phone. I handed it to her. She looked at me and said "No jewlry?"
"Nope." I replied.
"Okay, you will be staying on the left in three. If you do good you may earn privilages suchas internet, cell phones, and moving in a different house where ever you want. You earn everything in this place. I suggest you make friends because they are your roommates. Now take this paper of rules and move your stuff to your house." She said in once again a boring voice.
I dragged my bags by myself over to number three, hoping my roommates weren't annoying and were friendly. Finally I got up the steps and to the door, I opened the door to a cute and spacey home. The floor was all lanolium, straight a head was the dining room, to the left was the kitchen and to the right was the living room. I dropped my stuff in the living room and decided I would wander. A girl came out of a door, obviously to a bedroom, took one look at me and turned back around.  Next thing a new three other girls come out with the first. They all were really pretty and did not look like trouble makers at all.
A tall girl with brown hair, piercing blue eyes and dark skin greeted me first. Her name was Alicia Cott. The next girl that greeted me was her twin sister, they looked Identical. Her name was Amber Cott. The third girl that greeted me was short, with long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a large mole on her chin. Her name was Maggie Enderland. The last girl who first saw me was tall, with blonde hair that was curly, and had brown eyes. Her name was Trinity Green. Finally I greeted myself.
Tay Jane Kurt is the name I was given at birth. My Birthday is July 1st 1997, I grew up in a small town in Oregon called Saint Helens. Thats where I met my best friend Braxton, we've grown up together since. Let's just say I don't live the lap of luxury. My mom and dad well they are stuck up there butts. They are overly protective and basically are suffocating me. At least my mom is. My dad is a hard worker though, he works for a construction company and has to travel a lot. In fact there was one time he was a way from home for two years. When he is home he just drinks his beer and has stupid dinner parties. He ignores me. Before I ended up in this place he was on vacation from his job and hardly noticed me. My mom though was always up in my business. She's a snoop. I don't care what anyone says, a person should not snoop through my room trying to get me in trouble. Also they should especially not go through my notebooks. That deserves a bad mom award. So I what I did to get in here. Well thats a long story. But I'll go a head and tell you.