It was a warm Saturday morning in July. Or warm… It wasn't really warm, but hey, this story is set in England. Oh well. This Saturday morning wasn't special at all. At least, it wasn't for Tracy Beaker. Tracy was a thirty year old writer, who lived in Reading, Berkshire. She wasn't a writer with best selling novels or anything, but she was happy. And she had been for many years. She was living with her long-term boyfriend Ben for four years now. Ben and Tracy met twenty years ago. Tracy was ten years old and living in a care home called Stowey House. Ben lived a few streets away and came over almost every day. Tracy had always had a bit of a crush on him, but she would have never expected they would go steady one day.
Ben was a movie director, and a pretty succesful one too! Tracy was really proud of him, of course. But he wasn't home very often. But this Saturday he was. And that's why Tracy considered this ordinary Saturday morning special anyway.

"Morning babe," Tracy said, when Ben walked into the kitchen in his pyjamas, "breakfast's ready in ten minutes."
Ben gave Tracy a kiss on her cheek.
"You're amazing, Trace." He said with a big smile on his face.
"Oh, it's nothing! I'd do this every day if I had the time to do it."
"But you don't have that much time today, do you? Have you forgotten about the reunion?" Ben asked.
Tracy didn't know what he was talking about. What reunion? A school reunion?
"What reunion?" She asked Ben.
"The Dumping Ground!"
All of a sudden Tracy remembered. She got an invite a few weeks ago for a reunion at her old children's home! Tracy grew up there. And even worse, she use to be a careworker there for about two years. Stowey House, Cliffside, Elm Tree House… The house itself had so many names, but amongst its inhabitants it had always been known as The Dumping Ground.
How could she forget? She was so excited about it! She wanted to know how all the others were doing now. She couldn't imagine her old "friends" getting married and having kids at all, but she was so curious! Oh, and the younger kids. The ones she took care of. Gus would be 18 years old now. Oh and Sapphire, what would've become of Sapphire?
"Tracy! The eggs!"
Tracy realised she was a bit too busy daydreaming when Ben warned her.
"Oh yeah… I'm sorry! Don't you worry! We still have time!"

After breakfast Tracy got ready to go to Elm Tree House. She wondered if people would still recognise her. She knew Mike obviously would. But he was the head care worker. The kids would have probably forgotten her. She was a troublemaker, but she wasn't special at all.
Or maybe they did remember her. After all, Tracy remembered every single one of them. Even Louise, the most boring girl ever. And even Sufia, who was only there for one day.
It was so weird. Tracy always dreamed of getting out of there, but somehow she really missed the Dumping Ground.

When she was finally done she went downstairs. Even though Ben wasn't dressed and Tracy had to leave in five minutes, she knew she had to ask.
"Aren't you coming with me?"
"No, I didn't live there. This is your thing, isn't it?"
Tracy sighed.
"Yes, it is. But… You practically lived there too. More than in your own home."
"Darling, you know that's not true… Or… Yeah okay, I was there really often. But I didn't live there and you did. Like all the other kids that are coming today."
Tracy was a little disappointed. The kids (the adults now, actually) that were Tracy's age would definitely remember Tracy. She was 100% certain of that. She thought it would be so cool to reintroduce him to them as her boyfriend.
"Can't you just come with me as my boyfriend?"
"Ah come on babe, you were invited. You go. Have a nice day."
"Okay then… See you tonight!"
Tracy gave Ben a kiss goodbye, went outside and got in her car. Off to The Dumping Ground!

A/N:
Credit to EirianSeren, who came up with an amazing idea for this story...