Foster Care. O Joy. Chapter 1Chapter 1
FEMALE Allen POV
I followed the car in front of me. If it didnt have my guitar and bag in it, I would have passed it long ago and left woman and lived on my own. Damn it.
I was lost in my thoughts and almost didnt register that the fact that the Mercedes in front of me had stopped. I turned to a stop before I rammed into the social workers car. Mrs. Richardson turned to glare at me. Yep. She hated me. Oh well.
I got off of my Ducati and walked over to her car. She opened up the back and I got my army-styled duffle bag and guitar (in its case) out of it. She glared at me again and fixed her pink suit before plastering on a smile. Ugh. Such a Barbie Doll. Plastic inside and out with cheap pink cloths.
She walked up to the house and rang the bell. It was a big Victorian house with a tower. I leaned against my bike and pulled my hood up. Stupid albino-ness. Stupid scare. Stupid people for picking me to live with them. Stupid law.
Allen! Come on! Meet your new fa
D.Grey-Man Foster Care. O Joy
I got inspiration from a LavixAllen story a friend made me read
D.Grey-Man Foster Care. Oh Joy.
Allen Walker is a young woman at age 15, almost 16 when shes sent to foster care after her fathers death unexpected death. Arriving in a house with two crazy boys (one technically a man), one anti social samurai wanna be, and a manga/anime loving girl is her personal hell. You see, Allens a tomboy at a height of 54 with white hair, a scared face, and badly burned arm. Anywhere with people would be her personal hell.
WARNING: ALLEN IS OCC IN MY STORY!!!