"Willow I really hope you call this place your home" Julia said in a welcoming voice or at least that's how she made it seem
I have seen this kind a thing so many times I have lost count and hope. I just know it's fake and I'm not really welcome into this home. But I won't lie when I say I wish I could be truly welcome into a home, but I'm already this old what's the point in crying no one care for me as a child what's the possibility of them caring about me now. Not that high I can tell you that. Might as well get over it, no point in whinging over spoiled milk.
"Thanks how should I call you"I ask trying not to sound to force
"Julia is fine, but I would like it if you could come to call me mom"
I bit down on my own tongue doing my best to hold back my anger. How dare she ask me that? Who does she think she is? If she knows what's good for her, she should never ask that of me. My mom is still alive, at least that's what I hope. In any case no other women can ever take her place. Sure I care about Ms. G but she herself has never ask me why I hate the idea, much less call her that. She knows my story but this person in front of me what does she know?
If my hate for her wasn't already over the top, now it's past beyond that. No matter what I'm getting out of here and I will use this women as my stepping stone to show the world. I can live and protect myself.
"I'll think about it" controlling my rage as best as I could by smiling my good girl smile "If you don't mind I would like to settle down. Julia, I really hope to learn good things from you"
"Sure I'm sure you will" sound the say way she looks, lost to a battle that will never be won.
I made my way up the stairs looking in all directions. I'm in their home nothing here is mine. Be smart learn how they think and you won't have to worry about stepping on any landmine. Finally reaching my room and I know it's mine. It's the only one that's open and more importantly it has my name on it.
Taking a deep breath I look at my to be home for a little while. It just has the basic: a bed, dresser, giant mirror and a night stand with a plain lamp on it. Good enough space to move around but not big enough to bring in more things. I see where I stand in this house now. Shutting the door behind me I start to adjust myself.
After I finish unpacking my bag as well as placing some of my own taste into the walls I decide to lay down and think.
If I want to get out of here I first need to see my limits with them. Now what makes them tick. I have dealt with people like her all I had to do was find what makes her..... break out of character ones I have this when I leave they won't be able to do anything to stop me. I could feel my evil smirk on my face.
Come down, can't let them know of my game before it even starts. For starters I'll act the good girl act for about three months. This is the usual amount of time all my other families took before they break. However I'll be wise, study hard and only when I'm really annoyed will I skip school and as for friends. Those back stabber come and go. What's the point in wasting my time on them. Just talk to them If it has anything to do with school, but anything other than that. Well let's just say, by the time I leave they will know not to mess with me. As for Rick he doesn't give me that vib but I'll still keep my eyes on him.
It's almost time for lunch better start polishing my acting skills again. Cute lonely girl with a kind heart coming up. Oh and I'm not going to wear that stupid dress 'she' left for me. If they want to do or say something it will all have to be done looking straight at me. Besides this happens to be my getting ready for war outfits deal with it.
Just go with that lie and you will be safe after all say the lie plenty of times that the lie will become truth. "I heard my mom used to be a free spirit and she used to wear something similar like this I just want to understand her and try to live some of her life thru me I hope you understand"
Ok the last part is true but everything else is B.S. Let see how fast they fall with this lie. Wish me luck