I hid in the corner of my bedroom as I listened to the desperate screams from my mother. Tears streaming down my face. It was like this everyday. I just wish it would end, that I would just die and let all the sadness go away. I couldn't help my poor mother, she fought for my life while I sat and hid. This is all my fault. I'm the reason my mother is going to die.

As I sat there, the screaming stopped. The only thing I saw was blue lights flashing and everything was a blur through my tearful eyes. I didn't dare move. Fear and anxiety filled my body. Sirens rang and people in uniforms tore through the house. What was going on? Without warning, one of the men burst into my room, fearful, I stay in my hiding place. The man spotted me and beckoned me to come out and reached out his hand. Hesitantly, I reached out my hand to take his.

"Hi, are you okay, sweetie?" the man said. I just stared at him blankly, not know what to say. I finally spoke up.

"Yes sir." I stated bluntly. The man looked at my tearstained face and sighed in relief. But, what happened to my mother?

"Mister, where's my mommy?" I asked. The man looked at my father with disgust and turned to me.

"Sweetie, your mommy is in heaven and she's watching you right now." he said. I just stared at him in disbelief. Then, I lost it, I broke down in tears. My mother was gone and it was all my fault.

Chapter 1

Here it goes again. I was off to another family, in god knows where, California. I was packing my stuff, you know something any unwanted foster kid was to do. After I was finished, I looked in the mirror. Only to see a 12 year old girl staring back at me. The girl had long curly, black hair. Her eyes were a thoughtful deep gray. I was supposed to be packing, but I was lost in thought. I sat on my bed. My new family was the Jurangos. They told me that the family consisted of five members, a mom, a dad, a teenager, and twins. Oh joy…

"Ronni! Your rides here!" my original foster mom called. Abruptly halted in my thoughts, I sighed and rushed out the door. In the living room, I saw a man who I suspected to be the father. He was kind of old, his light brown slowly fading to gray. He had wrinkles on his forehead and seemed to be unbelievably tired. Barely acknowledging my presence, he gets up.

"come on…"He said as he beckoned me to follow. Unsure, I decide to follow him. He takes us to a run down SUV, and we drive off.

"ok, Veronica, my name is Martin. Why don't you tell me something about yourself." He said "Well, um, you can call me Ronni. My favorite color is lime green, and I like to sing." I stated. He looked uninterested.

"That's um very interesting Ver- Ronni.." he said "Can I hear about your family?" I asked. "Well, my wife's name is Emma, I have a son named Jason, and I have twin sons named Cody and Devin." He said with an obvious satisfaction in voice. I sighed. The rest of the ride had an awkward silence.

We finally arrived at a large two story house that was very pretty and had a neat and rich aura. I got out of the car and grabbed my bags.

"Your house is really nice." I commented. I could see a smirk rise on his face. "I know." he said.

I was annoyed by his smugness. I grabbed my bags and he showed me around. The house was beautiful, it had over a hundred rooms. He finally let me meet my new family. His wife Emma had light blonde hair that was turning a bit gray, she was still very pretty and her face still showed youth. His oldest son of fifteen years, Jason, had fake black hair and dressed in pretty depressing clothing. The two twins, age 8, Devin and Cody, I can't tell which is which. They had blond hair and looked exactly the same.

"You can call me Ronni." I said again. They didn't seem to care. This was going to be fun…

Prince POV:

Dad was at work, preparing for his This is it tour. So me, Paris, and Blanket had nothing to do. I mean we could ride rides, and play games, but we've done that so many times before. We just wanted to do something with Dad.

"I'm so bored…" I said. We were plopped on the couch in front of a T.V. Paris and Blanket nodded. I got up to look out the window. I saw that house that sat a couple miles down the road. I bet they have something to do.

"You kids want to go for a walk?" Grace, our nanny, asked us. Because we were so bored, we just nodded and got up. It was a nice day, and it gave us something to do.

"Gracie, who lives in that house over there?" Paris asked pointing at the house I saw earlier. Gracie looked at the house.

"I'm not sure, I didn't even know you had neighbors. We should visit them. Put your masks on please." Gracie told us and we did as we were told. I didn't really mind my face covered up but it sometimes got on my nerves. When we arrived, we saw a girl about my age and an old man getting ready to walk inside.

"Sir! We are your neighbors and we thought it would be good to get to know you." Grace told the man. The girl with black hair turned around then looked at the man.

"I'm sorry, we're kind of busy today. Maybe some other time." The man said. Just as they went to walk inside, the girl turned her head to look curiously at our masks. Then she disappeared inside the house.

"Oh well guys, maybe some other time…" Grace said. I took one last look at that house and we walked on.

"That girl seemed upset about something." I thought aloud. They all turned to me. "I guess so…" Paris said. I couldn't seem to stop thinking about that girl, even after I got home, her eyes kind of told a sad story. In the moment we exchanged glances, I could feel the pain she's felt. Of course It can't be anything of importance so I shook it off. I'll probably never see her again anyway. Just then my dad walked in.

"Hey everyone, did you have fun today?" He asked. We all shook our heads.

"Not exactly what you would call fun…but we did find out that we have…"I said. "Neighbors!" Paris finished for me.

"Neighbors…?" Dad asked and looked at Grace. Grace gestured him to talk in another room. Me, Paris, and Blanket continued to watch T.V.

Ronni POV:

They had some, umm, interesting masks. But they're features were oddly familiar. Whatever, it probably was none of my concern. After meeting my "wonderful" family, I started to work on my new room. My room was super small and it was definitely aging quickly. After several hours, I had atleast enough butt space and was bored. Reluctantly, I left my room to wander the house. After thirty minutes, I finally spotted one of the twins. Cody or Devin? I have no idea.

"Hello. umm, Devin?" I asked him. He looked at me, clearly amused.

"Haha, you talk funny!" He said pointing out my British accent. "I'm not Devin! I'm Cody!" Well, ok then. Unsure of what to say, to my relief, Emma had just walked in.

"Oh, Vicky, could you go get me some tea dear?" She told me. I was annoyed and as stupid as this might be, I ran my mouth. In a mocking tone I said.

"Oh, Emma, you can get it yourself! By the way my names Ronni!" She looked aghast at my backtalk. She scolded me and ordered me up to my room. This was going to be miserable!

Prince POV:

Dad was home and we just watched five hours worth of random movies. We ate pizza and ice cream and we had a blast! Dad always made the day awesome! While watching one the movies, my mind drifted. I hoped that girl was having fun too. I couldn't believe I actually cared about that girl. Stop it! You'll never see her again anyway!

"I'm so full..." I said groggily. Dad was carrying Blanket up to put him to bed and I woke Paris up and we walked upstairs.

"Hows the tour going Daddy?" Paris asked. Dad's eyes sparkled.

"It's going to be absolutely amazing!" He answered.

"Can we come to your rehearsal tomorrow?" I asked enthusiastically. He shook his head no.

"I want it to be a surprise!" He told us. We hugged and kissed Dad goodnight and we went off to bed. I have the best life ever. Then I drifted off into a pleasant slumber.