The story starts in Series 1 of TBR. Yes, some things may be changed. Problem? Don't read. Thanks if you do though! :3
"I told you to wear something formal, Destiny!" my social worker, Tina, sighed irritably.
"Well I don't have anything formal, plus it's not a party, it's a care home. Anyway, what's wrong with this?" I asked, looking down at my outfit.
I was wearing my denim shorts. Okay, so they were kind of short, but it was summer. I was wearing a red and purple designer top, and one red converse, one purple. I was wearing a simple silver chain with loads of charms on it on my wrist, and that was it. My black hair was tied up into a messy ponytail with a rainbow-neon hairband.
"It's not exactly normal is it?" Tina asked.
"It is for me." I replied.
"Destiny…" Tina sighed. "Please try not to mess up your chances at this care home." She said as she pulled up outside.
"Tina." I said in the same serious tone. "You need to lighten up a little, have some fun." I told her, and I got out of the car, grabbing my backpack as I went. Tina got the rest of the bags out of the back.
I walked up to the care home and rang the doorbell. Some woman with black hair opened the door. She looked me up and down.
"Destiny, right?" she said. "I'm Tracy."
"Nice to meet you." I said, nodding. She let me and Tina in.
When the other two workers here saw me, they looked taken aback.
"What?" I asked, in a polite voice. As much as I could anyway.
"Nothing, sorry." The man said. "I'm Mike, and this is Gina." He said.
"I'll show you to your room, yeah Destiny?" Gina said. "Tina, Mike and Tracy have things to discuss in the office."
I shrugged and followed Gina upstairs. She was lugging my bags with her while Tina walked into the office with Mike and Tracy.
Gina let me settle in after helping make my bed. I unpacked all my stuff, glad I wasn't sharing, because if I was, I didn't want my stuff nicked, like they had been at my last home. Fuck that shitty place…they called it Burnywood.
As I finished unpacking, I sneaked downstairs, walking over to the office door and putting my ear to the door.
"She's a bit of a handful." Tina was saying.
"I'm sure we can straighten her out." Tracy said.
"Don't be so sure. She's been to 12 different care homes, ever since she was 3 years old. She's always been a handful even at that age." Tina explained.
I smirked.
"Well, we're not about to give up on her." Mike said.
I heard them heading towards the door and quickly ran over to the sofa near the door, sitting on it just in time, as they exited the office.
"You finished unpacking, Destiny?" Tina asked, faking a smile.
"Yep." I replied. I got up. "So you'll be leaving then?" I asked.
"Yeah, I have stuff of my own to sort out. I'll be back in two weeks to check on your progress. Please try to be good Destiny." Tina begged, as Mike saw her out.
I winked at her as she went. "Always."