div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="e93e1e41f998b022ecb2e5e902f515c5"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"Hey, so I'm not really sure where I'm going with this story, it was just an idea I had, so I hope you like it!/span/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""GRACE!" Barks the angry voice of Tammy, one of the workers at The Oaks Orphanage. "GET OUT OF BED!"/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I don't reply, quite enjoying imagining her round face turning from red to purple in less than five seconds. I don't want to get up anyway, because the thin duvet on my rock hard bed is surprisingly warm and welcoming. I'd rather lay here, staring at the peeling blue paint on the walls of my very tiny room all day than go out there and face everyone else./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"By 'everyone else', I mean the annoying little kids that run around playing with toys all day, the happy go lucky 10 year olds laughing and having fun playing video games, and the small gaggle of bullies that I try my hardest to avoid every single day. I hate them all./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"It's ridiculous that I have to avoid bullies in the place I live. I won't call it 'home', because I don't feel like it is home, really. It's just the place that I have been forced to live all of my life. Suddenly, there's a loud bang on the door./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""GET UP AND UNLOCK THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, GRACE BELTON, BEFORE I AM FORCED TO BARGE IT DOWN!" I snort to myself, trying to imagine Tammy barging a door down. I drag myself out of bed, and walk slowly over to the door as I rub the sleep out of my eyes./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I turn the key, and the second I do so, there is an extremely angry face so close to mine that I can smell her foul breath as it blows on my face. So close that I can see every hair of her moustache./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Stop being so lazy, and do something with your life!" She says in a quieter tone, spit flicking off every syllable. "There's a young couple arriving in less than half an hour, and I do not want you making a bad impression on us!" And with that, she turns and slams the door. I listen as her stomping footsteps get quieter as she marches down the wooden staircase./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Piss off!" I curse under my breath as I sit back down on my bed and look out of the window, which wouldn't look out of place in a prison cell. She's worried about me making a bad impression? She wants to look at herself!/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I can't get too excited about this couple that are coming round. They won't choose me, nobody ever does. They're always interested in the younger kids, not the teenagers with black died hair, who conceal themselves in their bedrooms blasting My Chemical Romance through their headphones, like me. But I have long accepted the fact that nobody wants me. I will have to put up with these people for the next four years, and after that I'm free! I will be rid of these horrible people, and able to make my own choices./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I turn on my straighteners, and look around my terribly small cardboard box of a room. It's fairly plain; a small cabinet sits in the corner of the room, containing my very few possessions, and the walls are plain apart from one poster. The faces of my two favourite YouTubers stare back at me, cat whiskers drawn perfectly on their beautiful faces. I take a moment to realise how much I owe to Dan and Phil. I look at the faint scars on my arms, and a single tear rolls down my cheek. I still can't believe that these two guys on the Internet helped me so much in my life. The others take the piss out of them, but they will never understand how much those two dorks mean to me./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I can't help wondering what the people will be like. There was some thing about the way Tammy said 'young couple' that made me think that maybe their different. Usually the only people that come here are middle-aged couples who either can't have children themselves, or just feel sorry for the younger kids./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"After straightening my hair, and and getting dressed into my usual clothes - black skinny jeans and a black hoodie - I put on a brave face and head downstairs to gay breakfast./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Hey, emo!" Calls the snide voice of Jessica, the bully of this place, from behind me. I ignore her and proceed down the stairs, blocking out her skipping footsteps behind me. Suddenly, she is by my side, putting her arm over my shoulder like I'm her best friend or something./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Get lost, Jess!" I say, pushing her off me./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Don't push me, Grace!" Jess cries in a mellow dramatic tone so that someone will hear her. And suddenly, my feet get caught on something: Jess' deliberately placed foot./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I watch in slow motion as the last couple of steps fly beneath me, and I land heavily at the bottom of the stairs. I try to ignore the throbbing of my head and aching of my knees, and push myself up, blinking back the tears and hoping no one else saw./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"However when I get to my feet I see that someone did see. A young couple stand in front of me, I'd guess they are in their twenties or something. They must be the strangest couple I have ever seen. I must admit, they actually look cool. The woman is quite short, with long, brilliantly red hair, and the man standing by her side has piercing blue eyes and amazing ginger hair. They both stare in shock between the tearful black haired girl stood before them, and the girl with blonde locks on the stairs./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""GRACE!" Barks the angry voice of Tammy, one of the workers at The Oaks Orphanage. "GET OUT OF BED!"/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I don't reply, quite enjoying imagining her round face turning from red to purple in less than five seconds. I don't want to get up anyway, because the thin duvet on my rock hard bed is surprisingly warm and welcoming. I'd rather lay here, staring at the peeling blue paint on the walls of my very tiny room all day than go out there and face everyone else./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"By 'everyone else', I mean the annoying little kids that run around playing with toys all day, the happy go lucky 10 year olds laughing and having fun playing video games, and the small gaggle of bullies that I try my hardest to avoid every single day. I hate them all./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"It's ridiculous that I have to avoid bullies in the place I live. I won't call it 'home', because I don't feel like it is home, really. It's just the place that I have been forced to live all of my life. Suddenly, there's a loud bang on the door./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""GET UP AND UNLOCK THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, GRACE BELTON, BEFORE I AM FORCED TO BARGE IT DOWN!" I snort to myself, trying to imagine Tammy barging a door down. I drag myself out of bed, and walk slowly over to the door as I rub the sleep out of my eyes./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I turn the key, and the second I do so, there is an extremely angry face so close to mine that I can smell her foul breath as it blows on my face. So close that I can see every hair of her moustache./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Stop being so lazy, and do something with your life!" She says in a quieter tone, spit flicking off every syllable. "There's a young couple arriving in less than half an hour, and I do not want you making a bad impression on us!" And with that, she turns and slams the door. I listen as her stomping footsteps get quieter as she marches down the wooden staircase./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Piss off!" I curse under my breath as I sit back down on my bed and look out of the window, which wouldn't look out of place in a prison cell. She's worried about me making a bad impression? She wants to look at herself!/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I can't get too excited about this couple that are coming round. They won't choose me, nobody ever does. They're always interested in the younger kids, not the teenagers with black died hair, who conceal themselves in their bedrooms blasting My Chemical Romance through their headphones, like me. But I have long accepted the fact that nobody wants me. I will have to put up with these people for the next four years, and after that I'm free! I will be rid of these horrible people, and able to make my own choices./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I turn on my straighteners, and look around my terribly small cardboard box of a room. It's fairly plain; a small cabinet sits in the corner of the room, containing my very few possessions, and the walls are plain apart from one poster. The faces of my two favourite YouTubers stare back at me, cat whiskers drawn perfectly on their beautiful faces. I take a moment to realise how much I owe to Dan and Phil. I look at the faint scars on my arms, and a single tear rolls down my cheek. I still can't believe that these two guys on the Internet helped me so much in my life. The others take the piss out of them, but they will never understand how much those two dorks mean to me./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I can't help wondering what the people will be like. There was some thing about the way Tammy said 'young couple' that made me think that maybe their different. Usually the only people that come here are middle-aged couples who either can't have children themselves, or just feel sorry for the younger kids./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"After straightening my hair, and and getting dressed into my usual clothes - black skinny jeans and a black hoodie - I put on a brave face and head downstairs to gay breakfast./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Hey, emo!" Calls the snide voice of Jessica, the bully of this place, from behind me. I ignore her and proceed down the stairs, blocking out her skipping footsteps behind me. Suddenly, she is by my side, putting her arm over my shoulder like I'm her best friend or something./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Get lost, Jess!" I say, pushing her off me./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1""Don't push me, Grace!" Jess cries in a mellow dramatic tone so that someone will hear her. And suddenly, my feet get caught on something: Jess' deliberately placed foot./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"I watch in slow motion as the last couple of steps fly beneath me, and I land heavily at the bottom of the stairs. I try to ignore the throbbing of my head and aching of my knees, and push myself up, blinking back the tears and hoping no one else saw./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="668e75a6fb92c91432505c64acd84fc1"However when I get to my feet I see that someone did see. A young couple stand in front of me, I'd guess they are in their twenties or something. They must be the strangest couple I have ever seen. I must admit, they actually look cool. The woman is quite short, with long, brilliantly red hair, and the man standing by her side has piercing blue eyes and amazing ginger hair. They both stare in shock between the tearful black haired girl stood before them, and the girl with blonde locks on the stairs./div
