I walk home to the flat which I hate, my Dad which I hate and a life which I also, hate. I turn the corner, listening to music on my new iPod. A big Ambulance van is parked outside my house. My heart skips several beats as I start sprinting towards my house. I look for an answer or a paramedic, only to see my dad lying unconscious on one of those body carrier things, I gasp and can feel tears run down my cheek. The paramedics lift him into the ambulance and I follow, briefly telling the paramedics who I am.

A couple minutes after we start driving, the bleep machine suddenly goes crazy and is more frequent, before I know it I am being moved aside, the paramedic rubs the paddles together and sends a shock that makes my Dad jump a little. But the frequent bleeps continue and then, it turns into one sound. The sound , of death.

One month later...
I walk past the other room doors ,noticing the shabbiness and the many stains in the carpet. All the doors have locks on them,except one- which has been burgled many times. Drake, a tall guy with several studs in his ears, an old hoody, and more importantly, a gang, glares at me with disgust.
"Were's my money, dribble Ribble?" He said quietly, I back into the corner, feeling like a scared mouse. Suddenly a small boy, who I think is called Bruce or something, tells Drake to stop, Drake sniggers and continues backing me into the corner. Before I know it, Drake is on the floor holding his bloody nose, and Bruce is smirking triumphantly, looking down on Drake. He walks, passes me and says "are you coming to breakfast ?" He asks, smiling confidently. I manage a nod and then follow him into the dinning room.

Three days later...
Since Bruce saved me, we spent a lot of time together, I liked this because it distracted me from my Dads death, talking soon turned into kissing and now we are snogging on the sofa. I pause and sigh, looking towards the window.
"What's up?" Bruce asks looking concerned. I just shake my head and move of him, sitting on the floor, the women who runs the care home opens the door. She locks it, making me confused. She and Bruce talk to me, and suddenly I feel a sharp needle in my arm and I black out.

I wake up, then realise with a shock I am almost naked, an orange t-shirt is on the bed so I put it on. There is a logo and the words'CHERUB'' what the fuck is CHERUB? I think. I walk along and my questions are answered with a "can't talk to orange." I pass a canteen, then I see Bruce and James Beckett laughing and talking- wait, James Beckett? James fucking Beckett? He catches my eye and freezes, his eyes wide.
"There she is, the girl I was talking about." Bruce says, smiling, he looks between me and James staring at each other and frowns,
"You didn't mention it was fucking Johanna Ribble. Your supposed to check their bloody history first, you dickhead, she's been a target for a previous mission! James hisses, glaring at Bruce.
Bruce pulls his oops face as I ask James what he means by ' target' he looks around awkwardly, "you'll find out, look I can't talk to orange, go that way." He points to a direction.
I still have a grudge and anger for James, so I can't walk away yet.
"Don't you can't talk to orange me, you just left me in the lurch with no reply to my texts! My raised voice says. James gulps and looks to Bruce for help, Bruce shrugs and with a smirk on his face he gets his phone camera ready. I grab James and throw him to the floor...