So, the second series of the dumping ground is over. And I had decided already before to start a new multi- chapter story for it to get to use the new characters. This means I'm working on nine multi- chapter stories but, but. I'm almost done with when the past catches up so…. I think I'll manage.

"JACE" I ran after my blonde boyfriend. "Jace please." Tears rose in my eyes and my voice was breaking as I grabbed his shoulder and he span around. "Jace…" I said, with a weaker tone in my voice than what I had planned. Jason- or Jace as most people called him was crying too- I could see the tears that sprung in his eyes. But he fought it and shook my hand off.

"Get away from me Kenny." He pushed me, I stumbled and landed on my back on the pavement by the football field. "It's over." With the last two and a half words he spun around again and stomped away from me. I pulled myself up to sit on the verge of the pavement and I cried and it was a miracle my heart breaking couldn't be heard for anyone outside. But I heard it- oh I heard it.

"JACE" I shouted one last time but Jace didn't even flinch. I leaned my elbows against my knees and put my head in my hands. Sobbing as I could feel my heart breaking- just as if Jace had actually ripped it out and jumped on it- shattering into millions of tiny pieces that would take ages to get back together- if I ever could get them back together- because now it didn't feel like it.

My name was Kennedy Joanie LaRusso- I usually wouldn't even have to mention that the person whom gave me that name was obsessed with John. F. Kennedy. But everyone called me just Kenny for short- I'm fourteen years old- and my life had always been a perfect mess. Nothing had ever really made sense- my dad raped my mum- I never met him because when he found out he was going to be a dad he took a rope, hung it from the ceiling and hung himself . My mum- the one who's obsessed with John F. Kennedy- is thirty nine years old for the moment- but in the way of thinking- she's like a seven- year old.

I know- loads of people would say that their parents- or their children or their friends for that matter- acts like children- but I'm serious- my mum had a brain damage. She fell in some stairs when she was seven and hit her head so hard it's never going to mature as other people's brains do. Don't get me wrong now- my mum was probably the most clever person I knew- you would just have to get to know her for real to see it- and she's the most kind and sweet person ever. I loved her and she loved me- but that's not the problem.

The problem was the fact that I was pregnant.

I'd grown up at a home for people with the kind of brain damage that my mum had. I loved being there, it was a home- only it could never be my home. I didn't know what I was going to with this baby- but if I came to the conclusion I'm going to keep Boo- which I called it because "it" didn't feel right but I didn't know if I was a girl or a boy- I was not letting him or her grow up in a place like this.

The thing living at a place like Sunshine- as they called the home- is that it was just not meant to be for a child really growing up. And as I've grown older- since I was about five or six- I have spent more time taking care of the people there, than them taking care of me like adults should have taken care of me like adults should take care of a child living with them.

There were also these small problems- as far as I can remember people had been stealing my toys when I've been playing and then refusing to give them back. Like when I ever get ill I'd have to go home to someone from the staff until I got better. Like if I ever had a fight with someone living there they would first have the brain of a child and second, they'd be a lot bigger than me and it had happened more than once that it ended up in me getting hurt.

Sunshine was a home of happiness, a home of love, a home of many- but it wasn't- and had never been a home of me. And that was why I couldn't let another child be there- whether I was going to adopt Boo to someone else- someone older and more mature later- or if I was going to keep Boo I couldn't let the pregnancy happen- the first nine months of this little person's life happen in a place I could never have called home.

"Kenny?" I heard a male voice above my head and looked up- still crying to meet the grey eyes of Scotty Marten. Scotty was a twenty- three year old man that had begun working on Sunshine just after the summer a month and a half ago. And despite how new he was- he was the favorite- staff working at Sunshine among many of the residents- including me.

Now he came and sat down on the edge of the pavement beside me. He lifted his hand and started stroking my back. I tried saying something but my voice only broke into even wilder sobs. "Hey" Scotty put a hand to my shoulder and pulled me close. "It's alright" I sobbed even wilder. "Sch, sch, you need to breathe Ken'" Scotty- as the comforting person he was didn't let go off me until there were no more tears to cry.

"What's the matter?"

"Scotty…" I began to answer his question. "I have really, really messed up." Then I told him what had happened in short- leaving out most of it. Scotty stroke his chin and looked away from me. "Please don't be mad at me." I heard myself beg when I had told him. "Please- it wasn't planned it just… it just happened. Please Scotty please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad." He answered shortly. "So… have you got any ideas on what to do now?" I shrugged. I had an idea- but the risk was that he wouldn't like it and tell someone else from the staff- and then it would reach the other staff and in its own time my mum- I didn't want to risk that but I knew I had to tell someone so before I had the time to change my mind I took a deep breath and told him.

"Not really- but I want to get away- run away… get away from here and just figure something out. But I know I can't move because mum and the others would keep me here and… I just need to get away without that if you get what I mean…" It wasn't much of a plan- but it was all I had for the moment. Scotty sighed again.

"Are you sure it's what you want to do?"

"I'm not sure of anything." I answered him. "Everything's a mess but I need to get on my own two feet and then I can figure something out- please help me Scotty." Scotty sucked his lip in between his front teeth that he always did when he was trying to think hard. Then he took a deep breath and looked up at me.

"I've got the night shift on Sunday. I can get a bus ticket to some place- Newcastle or some other town- not too big like London or something. But then promise me you'll bring a phone and a charger for it and charge it whenever you can and… hold on I've got a mobile charger you can lend that… so keep your phone charged in case you need it- and I want to talk to you at least a few times a week… And Kenny…" I had been sitting staring right in front of me for a while but now looked up at him. "Please be safe."

I nodded, tried to smile but it was probably more of a grimace. "And call me whenever you need okay? Come on now… now is this what you want to do?" I thought for a moment, then nodded. "Then I will have some bus tickets when I come to work on Sunday night, I will see what goes on the night between Sunday and Monday. Does that sound good?" I nodded and then hugged Scotty one more time.

Tears had started rolling down my cheeks again so I didn't let go right away- and my tears dripped down on his shirt until I pulled away a few moments later. We talked a bit more, made a list of what I'd have to bring with me. Then at last- when it had started getting darker and colder, and I was getting cold from standing in the wind, we hugged again and I turned around.

I was heartbroken- but for some reason a tiny little glimpse of light showed in the end of the tunnel. I still had no idea what I would do with little Boo, I still had no idea of what to do with myself but- maybe with getting the chance to stand on my own two feet to figure something close to a solution out- maybe that was what I had always needed.

In a walking tunnel under the highroad I stopped for a moment, held my palm to the lower part of my abdomen and whispered- more to myself than to my child actually "I love you little Boo. And I swear, even if it's going to take me forever I'll figure something out- because I am not going to let you down… I promise."

"Mum" I sat on my bed in mine and mum's room on Sunday night. Mum was almost asleep but I stayed up a couple of hours longer than her and that was when I was going to do the last of my packing. "You know I love you right- all the way to the moon and back again." Mum turned around sleepily and opened her eyes.

"I love you too Kenny- all the way to the sun and back again." Mum turned around again, I smiled slightly and then walked over and kissed her forehead. I sat down on the edge of her bed and stroke her hair all until I could hear her breaths get to light, slow snores as she fell asleep, Then I stood up again and pulled out a few sets of clothes from the wardrobe we shared and put them in my backpack.

At last I had everything packed, the clothes, the mobile charger I had gotten from Scotty, my phone, my wallet, my key to Sunshine, books and everything else I could need. Then I pulled the backpack over my shoulders and walked out to Scotty just as everybody else had either gone off to bed or gone home.

"Here" Scotty said once I came out and showed him that I was going and reached me a plastic bag. "Here's the bus ticket. It leaves from Washington Street, the big bus station you know. It leaves five minutes past midnight and it will be in Newcastle at half past five in the morning. "There are a few apples, a pack of crackers and two Kit Kat in the bag too." Scotty smiled a bit sadly. "Then there is a few packs of juice." I swallowed. Now when I was about to leave- I realized how much I actually was going to miss this. "Hey Kenny…" Scotty looked me in the eyes. "You don't have to do this you know."

I closed my eyes, a couple of tears fell from them and rolled down my cheeks. "I have to." I whispered. "I need to find myself to be able to find out what to do with my child." I let hear a short breath. "I don't know how- but I'll figure something out." Scotty smiled slightly, grabbed my arms and held me so I'd have to look him in the eyes.

"I may not have known you for very long Kenny- but if I know you right- and I think I do- I'll say that you will- you will always figure something out. Now off you go… Be safe okay." I hugged Scotty again and then walked out the door, out in the cold midnight air and looked up to the skies.

There was a cool breeze blowing in between the houses at Tennessee Street- where Sunshine laid- through the American- states- blocks as people called them, through California, Florida, North and South Carolina street and at last into Washington street where I walked up to the bus station right in the end of the street. It was yet an hour and a half before the bus would leave so I sat down on a bench and laid my head down with my backpack as a pillow. It wasn't my intention to fall asleep but my eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier until I couldn't keep them open anymore.

"Hello? Miss? Is this the bus you're waiting for?" A deep male voice woke me up and my eyes fluttered open. I sat up and looked around- the male voice came from the bus driver that sat in the front of the bus that stood in front of me. The door was open and the driver sat and talked to me- he was pretty… big so to say… okay then… fat… might have been in his late forties and had kind brown eyes and grey hair.

"Are you coming on the bus for Newcastle?" He asked me, I nodded took my backpack and the bag Scotty had given me from which I pulled up the bus ticket and gave it to the driver. "Yes this is your bus and you're going… all the way to the end station in Newcastle…." He gave me a ticket back and then I put my bag in the front seat of the bus- to the left from the driver and sat down on the seat next to it.

Soon the bus started moving, it was warm here so I pulled my hoodie off, folded it and laid it as a pillow against the window. I leaned my head towards it and closed my eyes. But it took me a long while to fall asleep as this time- as soon as I had closed my eyes pictures of my mum showed behind my eyelids.

Was she still sleeping now? Well, of course she was it was only one in the morning. But had she woken up to go to the bathroom or get a cup of water? Had she noticed that I wasn't in my bed- and not anywhere else in the house either? And if she hadn't- what would she say when she did? Was she going to search land and ocean to find me? Or would it be like she broke a toy and cried for two days and then let it go?

"Miss. This is the end stop you need to get off now." The same voice that had woken me up the last time woke me up again, I lifted my head to see the rain falling against the bus window. "Miss?" I had barely started to remember where I was when my stomach turned. I clapped a hand on my mouth- jumped onto my feet and stumbled out of the bus without even caring about my stuff that still laid in the seat.

I barely stood with my own two feet on the rain- wet asphalt when I hunched over and threw up- followed by more heaves and I took support with my hands against my knees. "Hey kiddo." The driver clapped my bed. "Just chuck it up- you'll feel loads better… you done?" I stretched out again and nodded, wiping of my mouth with the back of my hand. "Come on… come sit down in the bus again." The driver had led me back to the bus, forced me to sit down, placed a plastic bag in my lap and run to the seven eleven nearby to get me something to drink before I had the time to protest or stop him. So there wasn't much left to do for me than to rest my head on my folded hoodie again and wait for him to come back.

"Here" I had fallen half asleep and woke up with a start when he ran into the bus again and shoved a coke- bottle in my hand. I started pulling my money out of my pockets to pay him back for it but he refused to take it. "This one's on me kiddo." He sat down by me. "Better now?" I nodded when had taken a sip from the coke. "'ve got a daughter 'bout your age…" he exclaimed- probably because he couldn't think of anything else to say. I only nodded.

"Sure you'll be fine now then?" he asked me when I stepped out of the bus for the second time. I nodded. He took a paper from the front of the bus and scribbled down a number on it. "Here- that's my number- you call me if you need anything. I have a feeling you need it." I shoved the paper in my pocket with no intention to read it. "I'm Don by the way… Don McMullen." I turned around into the bus- thought for a moment and answered him.

"I'm Kenny- just Kenny."

It was late that night when things started going really wrong, I was walking on a street counting the money I had to know how much I had for a hotel. When someone came, grabbed it and ran away with it. "HEY." I shouted and ran after- and ran- and ran- and ran. At last I stopped, looked around. I was in a forest. I had an old barn right in front of me, and I could see the road and cars from here. On the other side I could see a garden somewhere maybe a hundred meters away- but I wouldn't interrupt, and walked into the old barn.

I wasn't planning on falling asleep here- but what choice did I have? I had no money to pay for a hotel- no people I knew in Newcastle so I crouched in a corner of the barn and fell asleep with my backpack as pillow.

That night I woke up from hearing the wind blowing- and the last thing I remembered before everything went black was that the barn was collapsing over me.

So… that's a first chapter…. Like it? Don't like it? Let me know.