Hummingbird Home Part 3: I could tell Kent was very angry. One night, he stomped right up to Mrs. Fluphets door and barged straight in. His head was cherry red, and you could practically see steam coming out of his ears. His eyes flaming with fury. "SECURITY!!!!!" called Mrs. Fluphet. They were too late. Kent went to her neck and pushed her up against the wall. "This. Is. Hell. Your too busy polishing your fake nails to even give us food!!!" Kent went on but I won't go that much into detail. Basically we got kicked out of there. They shoved Kent outside and I was pushed out as well. "And stay out!!!!!!" I started to tear up, waiting for Kent's words of encouragement. "Trust me, being on the streets is better than there." He exclaimed, eyes now icey blue with lust. We started walking. Just walking. Walking to the edge of the earth

Hummingbird Home Part 2: 6 years later, some fine 6 years later, my brother, Kent, and I, Morgan, ended up in Mrs. Fluphets foster home in south Tx. Mrs.Fluphet found kent and I in the hospital after the fire and decided to take us in her foster home. My only wish was to find a perfect home with a perfect mommy and daddy but Mrs. Fluphets was the exact opposite. Kent only being 2 years older than me, made Mrs. Fluphet put us in the same room. She barely gave us food, if any. Sometimes Kent would slip some of his food to me, with me being severely underweight and pale. Now the old saying goes something like this: growing older means more responsibilities. As Mrs. Fluphet being herself, a fat and selfish woman, she made all te kids over the age of 14 do the chores of her ginormous house. I have never known anything but being with Kent and I just turned 14 meaning work,work,work. She makes it even worse that each age group works on a different part of the house. I work the very top floor and kent works the very bottom. It kills me to be away from my darling brother for most of the day. And one day, Kent couldn't take being away from me any longer. So he finally said something.

Try Being Me Try being me For just one day The hurt and pain Takes the happiness away Try being me To walk in my shoes Being all alone And Singing the blues Try being me When doubts are high I bet you couldn't take it Try, just try.

I'm Better Most celerities have fans but I have air conditioner

A Bag Of Potatoes So three girls were on a road trip: a blonde, a brunette, and a red head. The three girls get pulled over by the cops. The red heads finds a bag of cats and hides in it. The brunette finds a bag of dogs and hides in it. The blonde finds a bag of potatoes and hides in it. The cops don't see the girls anywhere but they see the 3 bags. The cop kicks the bag with the cats (and the red head) and the red head says "MEOW MEOW MEOW!!" The cop then kicks the bag with the dogs (and the brunette) and the brunette says "RUFF RUFF RUFF!!" The cop finally kicks the bag of potatoes (with the blonde) and the blonde says "POTATO POTATO POTATO!!"