Life as a care kid
Chapter 1: Telling the truth
Disclaimer: Tracy Beaker belongs to Jacqueline Wilson and Glee belongs to
Ryan Murthy! I only own the Tracy Beaker books and Glee on DVD!
Sam Evans lived in Elmtree House with his little brother and sister, Stevie and Stacey. The three of them had lived in the care home since their mother died of Cancer three years ago and their father couldn't cope. They lived with twelve other kids, but Lily, Poppy and Rosie were their best friends.
Sam was at school with his friends for rehearsal when Finn decided to confront Sam.
"Rachel and I saw you at that care home yesterday with Quinn!'' said Finn, irritation in his voice.
''And Kurt the weekend before'' said Rachel as she stood up to stand next to her ex-boyfriend.
''They were just helping me!'' said Sam as Finn pushed him back into his seat as Mercedes looked at him.
''Is that what we're calling it now?'' asked Mercedes, sarcasm in her voice.
''Hold on, how are they helping you out?'' said Will as he looked at Sam.
"Kurt was bringing me some clothes and Quinn was helping me babysit my little brother and sister'' said Sam as Finn glared at him.
''Then why were you at that care home?'' asked Finn as he glared at his best friend.
"I'm in care!" said Sam as everyone, except Quinn, looked at him with shocked expressions on their faces.
A moment of silence passed by before anyone said a word, Finn was the first to break the awkward silence.
"Care?" Finn asked sceptically, not able to register. "In care?"
"Yes, I live in a C-H-I-L-D-R-E-N's H-O-M-E!" Sam joked, slowing down over each syllable.
"Why are you there?" Rachel challenged, eyes narrowing at Sam.
"Man Hands, don't press for information!" said Quinn, defending Sam while giving Rachel the 'Stink eye' look.
"Quinn, stop with the stink eye! I think being in care is like they make you go to bed at eight O' clock and make you do chores! Is it like that, Sam?" asked Finn as Sam laughed humourously.
"No! The little kids go to bed at eight O' clock but we older ones get to stay up an hour later and we do chores but we get a decent allowance!" said Sam, laughing humourously.
After rehearsals ended, Sam walked quickly out of the choir room and cycled back to the Dumping Ground.