Skater Girl & Skater Boy

What happens, when skater girl, moves into a new house with her twin sister, and meets skater boy? Dillans a foster child, she's 15, and her and her twin sister, Liyla, have had it sorta rough. But what happens when they get relocated, and have to move in with the Micalises family? Read to find out!


8. Chappy 8!

Dillian's POV


"Always getting yourself into trouble, huh?" Jake laughs, carrying me, as we run to his car. He sets me down, and I jump in. He climbs in the other side, and we were about to take off, when my 'mom' opens the car door, and pulls me out. "I am SICK and TIRED of you running off!" she shouts at me. "This is not how you'll act while we're in charge of you," the man glares. He pulls out his phone and calls someone. "Hello I have a trouble teenager, who can't seem to control herself from running off. I was hoping you could maybe detain her for the night, and get through to her that that's not okay.............. we're at the high school.......... okay thank you. Bye," he hangs up the phone. "Wait, are you getting me arrested?" I ask angry. "That's what happens when you don't listen," the lady says. "Do you people not get it? You're not my parents! I don't want to have to stick around a couple of people who expect everything to be perfect, because no one is! And you can try, but the harder you try the more I'll hate you. But yeah, go ahead. Get me detained over night. Get me detained for the whole week for all I care. At least I won't be around you people," I spit at them. "We don't expect perfection. We just wanted a chance to help you," The man says. "Help me what, become like you? Stupid rich people, who only care about making themselves look good," I roll my eyes. They start talking again but I ignore them. I think about my dad in prison, my mom dead, my sister... and her baby who passed shortly after birth. No one is anywhere close to perfection, and these people are seriously pushing there luck to get it that way. Well sucks for them cause there lucks about to change. Just then a cop pulls up. He gets out of the car, and starts talking to us. I keep ignoring him, and stay lost in my thoughts as he cuffs me, and puts me in the back of the car. I look over at Jake, and he mouths 'I love you'. "I love you too Jake," I whisper. By tomorrow this'll all be over, and we can go back to 'normal' if thats what you want to call it. "So, why haven't you been listening to them?" the cop asks me. "I'm not talking to you," I say.

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