Hi guys, I know I have a story I'm working on but me and my friend I'll call her by her pen name 'deidarafangirl123' we both came up with a new plot line so thanks:) and we agreed that we liked it so hope you like it too. Warning: this story contains graphic self-harm scenes, may be a trigger.
My names Sammie or Samantha but most people who I've met call me Sam for short, I'm 14 years old. I'm a care kid, have been for as long as I can remember. When I was a baby my parents dumped me outside a care home and I've been moved from care home to care home since. I don't get close to people, they just end up forgetting about you and hurt you. In the end I gave up talking to everybody. People now think as me as a mute, someone who can't actually talk, but I just choose not to.
I'm on my way to my new care home, on a freaking bus. My care workers cheap shitty car broke down and he made me take the bus. I don't know why I get moved around all the time, I guess that most of my care workers give up on me and send me on my way. I had both m head phones in, listening to one of my favourite songs by my favourite bands 'brick by boring brick' by paramore. I know every single word of that song. I felt a hard tap on my shoulder. I took my left head phone out and turned to face john, my care worker. "We're here, get your stuff, quick" he stood up and nearly ran off the bus. i sighed and followed him off, up to the house. It had a huge sign saying 'elm tree house' on it. We barely reached the house and loads of kids came running out towards us. A small tanned girl came up to me with a huge smile on her pretty face, "hey, I'm Carmen, who are you, I love your shoes" she pointed to my purple converse. I felt my knees go weak and before anything else could happen, everything went black.
I woke up with 11 eyes looking down at me. I jumped and landed on the floor like an idiot. "are you okay, Sam?" john asked me. I rubbed my head and nodded. "You gave us a big scare then" said an older looking man with a little laugh. "Sam, this is mike, Gina and Tracy, you're new care workers" I looked to the people he pointed to and they all smiled in return. "Kids give her some space and go to your room" they all left apart from that girl called Carmen. "Sorry if I scared you" she smiled apologetically. I gave her a small smile and she skipped off. John helped me up. "Samantha, you're room is upstairs to the right, you're sharing with Carmen" john stepped forward. "I fully suggest that she has a room of her own" he said looking at me. Tracy nodded. "We don't have the room-"mike started. "There is the attic" she said. Gina nodded. "You wouldn't mind staying in an attic, yeah?" she asked. I shook my head grabbing my bags. Tracy led me upstairs to my room. I presumed mike, john and Gina needed to talk about me and my lifestyle. "Here you go" she said opening the doors of the attic. It was bare and boring, no wall paper and a grey carpet. It looked like prison. "Don't worry you can redecorate this weekend" she said putting a hand on my shoulder. I started picturing the way I would decorate it. White walls with black skulls and a black carpet with a light purple rug. Actually it depends on what stuff I get. "I'll let you unpack" she said walking out. I sighed and sat on the end of my bed, another care home, another day, the same life.
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