Unexpected: 1

A story I wrote on my own. I've been working on this story since July 25th of last year. Though, this series is basically a series that I come to when I'm bored or want to get rid of my writers block.

The night my parents had died, I felt betrayed and unwanted. I knew my parents loved me, I knew they did, but they just left the world without a notice. Even before they died, we all three had a fight. It was a stupid fight, just about how I'd been dancing around my house and cleaning. They didn't like how I was dancing, and talked about it, making me think they were calling me a s**t.

I had a bunch of places to go to live for the rest of my life, or until one of them died. And my mom and dad had put down a bunch of people for me to live with if they were to die. One of those people was my mom's mom, my grandma, who I loved very dearly and saw almost every single day. Living with her was just like spending the night with her, except every single night.

I knew that sooner or later, my grandma would die, and I'd have to live with another person on the list of family, and it would've ended up with someone I didn't like. Yes, there were people in my family that I didn't like. Either they dealt with drugs, or they just didn't like me as well.

That sooner or later came, and my grandma passed away in her sleep at age seventy eight. She was old for her age, and it relieved me that she died, because she was too old. I loved her very dearly, I did, and trust me, I was a basket case when my mom, dad, and grandma died.

I ended up with a foster care guide helping me out in life, moving me from family members to family members, meeting new people, and getting back together with old people. Every house I ended up with didn't end well as well. Either they'd tell me they hated me and that I was an emo b***h who needed to die, hit me, or they dealt with drugs and alcohol. Buy hey, I wasn't complaining.

"Laurynn," my foster care guide had said to me on the way to one of my new home. "Please, do not mess this up." I shook my head, watching the cars pass by our speeding car down the highway.

"I promise, I'll try not to mess it up," I said, getting my iPod out and putting my ear buds in, blasting it to Black Veil Brides. That band inspired me to be the person I am today, tough, outspoken, and grave. I kept my emotions, since there was no one to talk to anymore that I could trust, which people have said it isn't good, because I'll snap at someone, and I had a feeling I would snap at the people here.

"Aunt Wendy?" I exclaimed, ending up in a trailer park and seeing my Aunt Wendy,
her four kids, and her cheap a*s husband, who didn't give a s**t about anyone. I widened my eyes, catching eyes with his and shaking my head. "Um…Audrey, do I not get a say in this?" I looked back at my so called "Uncle" named Ray, shaking my head.

"Laurynn," she said, handing my aunt a clipboard with a piece of paper on it and a pen, something for her to sign. "This is a good place for you to live. You have a bunch of your favorite cousins, you have your favorite Aunt, and you have a…good home." I looked at her, shaking my head and pleading her with my eyes to not let me live here. I knew if I were to live here, I wouldn't get out. Not for long.


"So, Laurynn," Tyler said, bringing me into a hug and watching me roll my bags into the living room. "Where do you want your new room to be at?" I shrugged.

"I don't know, I've never been to this house before," I said, pondering on the thought. They've moved a lot, due to Ray and his unemployment. He just lay around the house all day, yelling at his children and his wife, demanding for beer and cigarettes.
My family…what was left of it, hated him. He made Mom's side of my family look like a dump.

"Alright, well, let me show you around the house," he said, taking my suitcase and smiling, walking to his room. "This is my room, it fits two or three beds in here, and we could share a room." He pointed towards the extra bed, smiling and nodding. I smiled back at him, following him into Ariel's room, seeing it covered in posters of rappers and bongs.

He walked to Sebastian's room, pointing into it and smiling. It was a small room, with a little TV in the corner. I shook my head, not what I wanted, and for sure, I didn't want to share a room with Ariel, since she'd sneak out most of the time, have her boyfriend spend the night without her mom knowing, and possibly have sex, or do drugs in there. I had asthma, which would make me have an asthma attack, even with the cigarette smoke that was drifting around the house.

He then stopped at Harley's room, seeing how small and boyish it was, I denied. The only room I would take was Tyler's, and not because he was my favorite out of the four, just because he didn't smoke, he didn't have sex, and he wasn't a thug, he was the nice one out of all of them, next to Sebastian.

"I miss Mom and Dad," I said, feeling the tears threatening to pour down once I set my suitcase on the extra bed. Tyler sighed, walking closer to me and pulling me into a tighter hug, making me cry even harder.

"I know you do, I even miss them, especially Mammaw," he said. We called our grandma, the one who'd passed away, Mammaw and our grandpa, Pappaw. I couldn't live with my Pappaw because Audrey insisted that I move to another family, since living with one grandparent wouldn't be enough, because of their age.

"Yeah," I said. This…was going to be hell.


About five months passed and I wasn't doing so well at my Aunt Wendy's house. Ray beat me up, I never got any food, and my asthma always acted up when someone smoked. I tried to get out of the house when people started to smoke, but they'd tell me to get right back in the house. I'd roll my eyes and go up to Tyler and my room, sitting there and crying. I missed my mom and dad, I wanted them back. I couldn't stand that the ones that gave birth to me were dead.

I called Audrey up, telling her how my life was and how much I wanted to move. She sighed and told me she'd be there tomorrow to take me to another family member's house. I smiled, hanging up and putting my phone in my pocket, telling Tyler I'd be leaving tomorrow. He was sad to watch me go, but he knew I had to or I'd die here.

"I love you guys," I said, walking out of the house and into Audrey's car.

"I need to call one of your family members before we head up there," she said. "I haven't called him yet." I nodded, watching her dial the number and drive off and out of the trailer park. "Andrew," she said. "You need to take the girl now."

"But, I can't!" I heard on the other line. My eyes widened, knowing that no one wanted me anymore and the place I'd end up at would be the foster care, where I didn't want to go.

"Andrew," she said. "Take her on tour with you. She's your cousin. You really need to. I know you'll like her, plus she's a huge fan of yours." I smiled at her, wondering who she was talking to. I knew no one with the name of Andrew who was my cousin in my family.

"Alright, I'll take her," he said.

"Okay, she'll be there in about an hour," Audrey said before hanging the phone up. I looked at her, confused.

"I know no one in my family named Andrew that's my cousin," I said. She nodded.

"You've never met him," she said. "But you'll love him." She smirked, driving off and letting me put my seat back so I could sleep.

I feel asleep in the car, as she said I could, dreaming about Ashley Purdy and how much I wanted him to be my boyfriend.

Author's Note

Hopefully you guys like this series. If you wanna give me feedback, feel free to. :D