As I gazed up at the russet- brown residence that was to become my permanant home, I felt my heart sinking accordingly.
"Why couldn't I stay with Jewel?" I asked Michael Milligan, my new 'social worker'. Aka, snooty middle-class know-it all.
"Because a 17 year old university student cannot look after you properly." he retorted.
"Well, she's been doing a pretty damn good job for the past 2 years!" I exclaimed.
"Please don't take that tone of voice with me. Anyway we're here now."
"We have been for the past minute." I drawled sarcasticly.
He put his hand on his head like a septigenarian with pnuemonia. "Lets just get inside; I can't handle this right now."
I muttered under my breath, "I bet they're all chavs and skanks."
"No I think that you'll like them."
"I exceedingly doubt that; the chances are 2 to 1."
He ignored me and walked straight to the door leaving me to trail behind him. As I came into the house, a cacasphony of sounds greeted me. It was just as I had imagined. Pure Hell.
"I'm not sharing with her, she's probably some stuck-up -"
I wheeled myself into the room. It fell silent.
"Idiot."