Elektra Pov
Hi
My name is Elektra Perkins. Yeah well ok, I wasn't born with that name! But I like to think of it as my name. My REAL name. Yeah well, as I was saying, I am 13 years old and probably the worst teenager you could get. Used to be in a gang called the 'Cobras', it was alright till Callie (my Best mate at the time) got sent to prison. Well they were going to catch her soon anyway. Callie was like the leader of the gang, so we all just drifted apart and now here I am. Lazing about in my carehome. Talking to myself like some dumb idiot. Thats what I really am. Just some posh, stupid, idiot that can't stand up for herself. Don't know why Callie is even friends with me anyway.
Anyway I got to head off. My careworker Sally is yelling at me to come downstairs. Its probably because of the mouldy cheese I left in her coat pocket earlier this morning. Might as well find out what she wants, got nothing to do anyway.
There's not much I can say for myself, now Callie's gone. Just reflect on the past... Nah!
Elektra
I look down at what I've written. Some kind of soppy diary entry that was! Sally had given it to me first time I came here and it was only now that I even bothered to write in it. I looked around my scruffy room. The walls were grey and dull and I didn't have too much stuff; a wardrobe and a bed. St. Johns carehome was full of moody teenagers like me and annoying little pests. Sally worked single-handedly by herself to bring us up, and I have to say I'm impressed she hasn't left yet! I absent-mindedly pick up the photo of my family. We were all smiling, like the perfect family. I gave a small smile. Guess I missed that a bit! Everyone here teased me for having such a posh family but I soon showed them that I could be just like them if I wanted. They didn't bother me after that. Well not much anyway.
I heard some footsteps come up the stairs. I put my diary under my mattress and tore up the only picture of my family and stuffed it down my pocket. I had been meaning to do that for ages. Sally barged in, almost out of breath. I stared straight ahead at her, not blinking once.
"Mandy, errm sorry Elektra.."
I narrowed my eyes still looking at her, an annoyed look planted firmly on my face.
" Look another carehome has offered to take you in following you know.. Callie's departure..". Yep, my theory was right. Just because I was talking to anyone, everyone thought I was depressed.
" .. and you are leaving tomorrow so... you better start packing up. Ok. Good. Bye". She slammed the door that was already on its last hinges anyway. Sally was pretty busy and hardly let anyone answer her back. I took out the torn pieces of my family and opened the window; scattering them into the wind, and watched as they flew away into the breeze. Wondering if anybody would find them and bother tracking me down. I flipped open my suitcase and started jamming my stuff in.
Tomorrow I would be leaving this place; for GOOD.
