He gave them a run down leaving everyone in pure shock.  Even Paula and Lisa who were my mom’s best friends.  

“So what does this mean?”  Arthur asked.  

“It means things are complicated.  Ashley and Kyla want to be emancipated but now Ashley needs her fathers consent.”  Dinkle explained stifly.

I snapped.

“He is not my father!”

“Genetics don’t lie.”

“I don’t care about fucking genetics.  If you told me my father was the fucking president. I’d be bitching you just the same.  I do not give a shit.”

“Well the law does.”

“Well the law is stupid.”

“That may be but no matter how stupid you have to obey.”

“Says who?  Have you seen my record!”

“Yes which is why we don’t want you free to do as you please.”

“I’m not a terrorist!”

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Fine but were do we go from here huh?  Do I live with my dad or get shipped of to who knows where.”  I was breathing heavy at this point.  Both Kyla and Spencer were holding on to me.  

“We actually have a family picked out for you.”  Agh.

“How the hell did you guys do this so fucking fast.  Doesn’t this usually take shit loads of time?”  Kyla whined.  This was getting old.

“Well it has been a while.  I also assume you didn’t know about your mother and her plans.”

“You assume?”

“Rights so as for your family.  Were you aware that your mother had a sister.”

“What do you think?”  This guys an idiot.

“Do we have anymore relatives we don’t know about?”  Ky asked.

“You have grandparents in Ainahina and cousins in Kahalu.”

“. . .”

“Haven’t you ever considered having family?”  Dinkle asked shocked.

“No”  I deadpanned.  It slipped my mind between father dying, mother moving us, running away, psychotic LA residents, coming to hawaii, getting arrested, and finding out said father wasn’t actually father.

“Right well your Christine set things up with your aunt and uncle.  If your not going to get emancipated its her instructions that you live with them.”  He said smugly.