A/N: So hey guys, its me. I write the story "A Girl Called Leanna". Well I was thinking and there aren't many stories about Burnywood, so I wanted to write one.
Also I wanted to write a Rick/OC as most of them are about Liam, haha!
This story is kinda connected to my other story, and takes place after Sapphire, Carmen & Harry have left Burnywood (S2EP1/2) but Leanna is still there. Might be helpful if you go see the other characters I created for Burnywood but I will re-describe them.
So, uh I hope you like it. You know what to do! :D
They Say Burnywood Is Hell
Write down 5 things that come to mind when you think of yourself:
Dancer, some people say I'm outspoken... carehomes, mum, scar.
Ever since I was 3 I went to various dance classes. I started with ballet, you know, the little toddlers classes where they just skip around and stuff. Now I've moved onto jazz and street dance, and I still do ballet. To be honest it's probably the only thing I'd say I'm good at. Vivian hated my classes, but my social worker said it was good for me, but she didn't listen. She prevented me from doing any type of dance for a whole year and a half, but I suppose I should have stuck up for myself. When I was little I was quite shy and I never spoke my mind, people could walk all over me easily. Especially Vivian. That changed quickly though, and I'd be lying if I said I'd never got into trouble or any fights because of what I say.
I've been in carehomes ever since I was seven. I was moved around a bit, from Elm Tree to John Clements Home and then to Burnywood, where I've been for two years. Well, on and off. I've been fostered twice, but it never works out. Doesn't matter though, I'll be out of her when I'm sixteen, I have no choice. I don't really remember my real Mum. Dad left her when I was born and she died when I was four, drunk driving I was told when I got old enough to understand. Her family always shunned her, they thought she was a disgrace. Especially when I was born, and they don't really like me either. Vivian told me that mum was a terrible mum, and thats why I was so naughty. She said Mum didn't teach me good manners and that I would turn out a disgrace like her if I didn't change. I've always been told that I look like my mum, especially the shade of my sea blue eyes and my long chocolate brown hair which is always wavy, and either tied up in a high pony tail or fish tail plaited. I suppose I'm average hight for a 13 year old. Apparently I have nice legs too, and thats a good thing I guess. I'm nothing special, just plain Kia.
To be honest I don't actually know how I got my scar. It runs from the bottom of my wrist in a virticle line up to my elbow, and apparently I've had it since i was five. All I remember is waking up one day in a hospital bed with Vivian sitting next to me, my arm bandaged up. I guess I'll never find out, the page about it from my file is missing, believe me I've tried to find it many times. Everyone knows about it, theres no hiding it. Isabelle reckons I tried to commit suicide, but I weren't ever depressed. I don't know... guess I never will.
Write down 5 things that come to mind when you think of your childhood:
dreaming, controlled, Hillside Primary, My puppy, VIVIAN.
I always used to change my mind about what I wanted to be when I was younger. I wanted to be a ballerina, a chef, a vet, an artist, but most of all I wanted to be a dancer. I didn't really care what I did as long as it had something to do with dancing, I could be a dance teacher, performer, or a choregorapher. Vivian said I couldn't, though. She said that if I wanted to earn a living and make everyone proud I'd have to chose a 'proper job'. Her idea of a 'proper job' was earning tons of money and gaining lots of respect, and being smart for the job too. Like a doctor, or a architect, she wouldn't settle for a nurse or a builder. Who was she to decide what jobs were proper or not? But anyway I was too small to understand that I had an opinion, and kept my mouth shut. Thank God that never happens anymore.
I especially remember my days at Hillside Primary. I moved there when I was seven, when I was starting Year three. I was scared out of my wits, I didn't know how to make new friends. Vivian had told me to go up to the richest looking people and say; "Hi, I'm Kia, do you want to be friends? I'd love to be.". The only problem with that plan was that Hillside Primary wasn't exactly posh, and there were probably only about three kids there who actually came from a wealthy family. So, on my first day I followed through with Vivian's plan. I was sat on a table with four other children, and as soon as I sat down I plucked up my courage and said what I was told to. The reply? The two girls who sat there laughed together and then turned to me, giving a scornful grin.
"We don't like freaks." They had said, and carried on whispering. I had no idea that children could be so mean, I had only heard some of the big kids talking like this. So with a sunken heart I turned to the two boys, and tried again, this time adding that I needed help with the questions on the worksheet. One of the boys just stared at me, and then carried on with his work, and the other just raised his eyebrows.
"It's simple, my Dad showed me. Its about money, you just times the £3 by two. it makes £6. See?" He had said, and though he wasn't the friendliest of kids, he soon became my best friend.
Write down 5 things that come to mind when you think of your best friend at Burnywood:
Sarcastic, checkered shirts, money, secretive, guitar
"Alright kids, once you've finished filling out all of the questions, pass them to me and I'll read them out, and you've got to guess who the answers belong to!" That cheerful voice belonged to Ezza, a councellor. All of us Burnywood kids were sat in the living room, filling out these stupid questionaires because Lucy was determined to get us to get along, and for everyone to be friends. So far, it wasn't working.
I had got back to Burnywood the day before, after I slapped their other daughter and called her a bitch. I know it was rude, she was a year younger than me at 12, but she had it coming, calling me a dumb, scruffy slut. She didn't even know what that word meant. Her parents thought she was an angel just because she had perfect table manners and said please and thankyou. She had begged them for an older sister to look after her, so I came a long. Okay, so maybe I did pretend I was all posh and polite like them, but hey, I wanted to be fostered.
"Aah, Kia I see you've finished yours? C'mon, hand it over sweetie." She simpered, snatching the paper from me before I had a chance to react. The other kids in the room fell silent as she began to read out my answers. Well, I couldn't protest. I knew what I wrote would end up being public and I'd been carefull, so I was okay... well thats what I thought. Ezza read out all my answers, and as soon as she finished Flora rolled her eyes and sighed dramaticly.
"This is so stupid. It's ovbious who it is, its Kia. And her best friend is obviously Rick." She said, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. Ezza nodded and was about to move onto the next sheet when Rick cut in.
"Me and Kia aren't best mates." He said simply, then got up from the sofa and left the room, letting go of his paper. It floated over to my lap and I picked it up, my eyes scanning through it.
Write down 5 things that come to mind when you think of your best friend at Burnywood:
Don't have one.
"...Rick we haven't finished the session, just another half an hour-" Ezza pleaded, but Rick ignored her and continued up the stairs. I dropped the paper and jumped up, and ran after him. Ouch, he "didn't have one"? It was only a month ago that we promised to stay best friends, no matter what. Sounds childish, I know. But we stuck together through thick and thin, and thats how we always wanted it to be.
I stumbled up the stairs after him, tripping on them a couple of times in the hurry. You see, we had always been best friends, thats how it was. He looked out for me, I looked out for him and we stuck together. Sure, we'd had a couple of arguments in the past, but he never acted like this, he was so serious. What had I done? Ever since I had got back he'd been ignoring me, I didn't get a hug or even a 'Hi' when I arrived. I burst into his room to find him sitting back on his desk chair, headphones on. "Rick, whats going on?" I asked him nervously, closing the door behind me. He just looked at me, and rolled his eyes. Then he pulled his headphones off and swung his feet up onto the desk.
"Nothing."
Oh, so that was how it was going to be. "Look whatever I've done I'm sorry, just tell-" I began.
"Save it." Rick cut me off, and focused on wrapping the wire around the headphones. "Look, Kia. We were mates. Not anymore, okay? So just leave."
I was so surprised that for once I didn't say anything back, and just slowly left the room, my heart thumping in my chest. My best friend seemed to hate me. What the fuck had I done?
A/N: So, what did you think? Well if you've got any ideas for the storyline or if theres anything you'd like to see, drop a review with any ideas, especially about why Rick's angry at Kia. I thought about a storyline when I woke up, but then five minutes later I'd forgotten it. So annoying, aah! D:
I also want two characters for my story, they will live in Burnywood.
Name:
Background:
Looks:(include dress sense)
Personality:
Relationships with carekids:(eg, with Kia, Rick, Kitty, Tyler & Lizanne, & if you want go to my other story and have a look at the characters from there, they will be included.)
age:
So PM or review me your characters by my next chapter, which might be in a week or so. I'm only choosing 2 and I don't want all 15 year old girls! :D
