CHAPTER ONE
This is my first TBR fanfiction so please review it!:-)
It started off a normal day in the Dumping Ground. Everyone was sat around the breakfast table – everyone except Rick, who was snoring in bed as usual. Tracy was late again, so everyone was tucking into cereal, waiting for her to arrive and make them cooked breakfast. Suddenly, an argument broke out.
"At least I've got a family!" yelled Johnny.
"Yeah, cos you can really call that dad of yours family!" screeched Elektra.
"He's not my dad!" Johnny screamed, reaching over the table and knocking over the milk jug in an attempt to pull Elektra's hair. "And anyway, I've got Tee! But who've you got? No-one, that's who!" Elektra turned red in anger, and scooped up a bowl, throwing it at Johnny. There was a smash as it bounced off the fridge and hit the floor. Then, a silence.
"What is going on!" said Tracy, running into the room. Everyone turned to look at Johnny and Elektra.
"Well?" asked Tracy. Then Johnny spoke up.
"It's Elektra, saying stuff about my family!"
"You started it!" Elektra retorted, and the two of them began to fight in earnest, scratching, kicking and punching one another. Tracy, with the help of Tyler and Tee, managed to pull them apart.
"I hate you, Johnny Taylor!" cried Elektra, storming out of the room and slamming the door behind her.
"Johnny, office now! I'll go deal with Elektra," said Tracy, moving out of the room and leaving a shell shocked kitchen behind her.
Elektra lay on her bed, an array of photographs arranged in an arc in front of her. A solitary tear splashed onto the light blue bedding. There was a gentle knock at the door.
"Go away!" said Elektra, her voice cracking. The door opened, and Tracy walked in. Elektra hastily tried to cover the photos, but she was too slow.
"What are these?" asked Tracy, sitting on the bed.
Elektra shrugged. "Just some old photos."
Tracy picked one up. "Is that you?" Elektra glared at her. "Sorry," said Tracy, after seeing the expression on Elektra's face. There was an uncomfortable silence. Elektra tapped her fingers on the bedside table, while Tracy inspected the photos.
"Hey, that looks like Carmen!" Tracy exclaimed, breaking the silence. Elektra went pink and mumbled something into the bedding.
"What?" asked Tracy, raising an eyebrow.
"It looks like Carmen, cos it is Carmen." Tracy frowned. Elektra sighed. "She's my sister."
Please tell me what you think of this! If I get enough feedback then I might write another chapter;-)