Mama, we're all full of lies

Since the age of 7 I've had to be moving school about every year. Surprisingly it didn't piss me off. It was like a clean slate every time. I mean every so often I might miss a friend but in the end I just didn't care. Meaningless loves and friendships end. I think overall I haven't stayed in touch with one single person. I was a different person each move, I loved to re-invent myself. Sometimes I play the outcast, a troubled past, depression at its worst. Or sometimes I play some popular bimbo bitch. I guess its a kind of revenge against my parents. Sweet revenge. A psychiatrist would probably say its a cry for attention but I get all the attention I need just from this. My parents put me up for adoption when I was 7. It wasn't thatthey didn't care, well thats what all my foster parents say. Apparently they couldn't afford a child which I know is complete bullshit because my dad is the bass player in a semi-famous band. My mum is the head of a leading business. Some of my 'parents' say its because they couldn't spend enough time with me, this is also bullshit because the hours I spent in my room, bored out of my mind, my parents were either doing it or having a beer and watching TV. Anytime I asked for attention I got screamed at. I was an accident, not wanted. I guess they finally got sick of me which is why I got slung into a home. The foster parents never want me either. Which is why I move a lot. I don't like fake parents, I like them even less than my real ones. So I do my best to make them hate me, they then send me back to the kids home and I wait for other people to try to take me on. I never go back to the same home either they send me to different ones. So I might not always have 'parents' at the time however the longest Ive spent in a home is about 5 months. I send my real parents regular updates so they can see that their failure of a kid is now a whore or suicidal or a complete bitch. All thanks to their shitty parenting fucking me up. The latest parents are 'Mr. And Mr. Tate' gay parents, well this should be fun. I have also been shipped off to America. AsI'm originally from Britain. In fact not just America, New jersey, Belleville. Harder to escape these parents.

I stepped off the bus I had taken from the airport to be greeted by two men running up and hugging me. "You must be starving." "Do you want a drink" "how was the trip" "it didn't take too long did it" "did all your baggage arrive" "how do you like the US" i looked up flustered and they soon loosened their grip. They then smiled at me. I felt a pang of guilt, they were finally getting a child and they got a shut one like me. I might make more of an effort with these 2. They took all my bags. "Thank you." I smiled at them. "Absolutely no trouble" we walked inside a large house. "Im dan, welcome to my crib." I laughed at his attempt "close enough" i giggled. "So as I said Im Dan and this is John." They held out there hands for me to shake. Seems quite formal. "Im Skye." I smiled at them. "Well skye, let us show you around." God there house was massive. I picked out my bedroom which was huge! It had an on suite and a balcony. They had a pool and loads of land. This place will be perfect for a house party. I started moving the little stuff I own into the room. It looked so bare even with my band posters up. Thats when John walked in. "Oh honey, we really need to go shopping, DAN! SHOPPING SPREE" i squealed and jumped up. "So I see from the little stuff you've got you are..." I twisted my face. "Don't say emo." He looked taken aback at my sharp comment. "Sorry I just hate being called that, I used to get bullied for it. Im pretty normal apart from my music taste. I don't dress perticually out there apart from a few band tee shirts. I wear a small amount of makeup. My hair is red because I like to stand out. I put band posters up because they are my life, music is seriously my life." He gave me a quick smile." Im not one to judge, however if your gonna have band posters you might as well have them all." My smile was so wide. It finally felt like someone understood me. This might not be so bad after all. " were going to have to get you a new wardrobeas well because unlike in Britain you don't have a uniform." "Omg thats amazing." We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and I dont know how much it must have cost because I got furniture, clothes and when I got home my room was full. The only downside is, i have school tomorrow. But on the brightside they bought me a car to drive there. This could maybe be the happiest Iv been in a long while.

Notes

Iv given up on my old story so here is the new :D