-1The past present and future

Chapter one

Janie sat in her room, her iPod speakers turned up almost full blast as she listened to yet another Gorillaz song.

She sighed and looked up at the old cracked ceiling.

"Why am I still here?" she thought to herself… "its all done, there isn't anything here for me in America…"

She let out another sigh. Being stuck in the same orphanage for the last 16 years had taken it's toll on her. She was old enough to survive by herself, but she just didn't have the courage to leave.

She only ever had one true friend here, and that was Sue.

Her and sue used to spend each night either up late watching scary zombie movies or making trouble around the neighbour-hood.

But last month that had all changed when Sue had been adopted.

Since then, Janie had been bored out of her brains with nothing to do but sit around, look nice for the considering parents and wait til the next meal to be served.

She grabbed her art book and flipped through it again.

Every body used to go on about how she was such a fantastic artist, but ever since Sue left she had stopped. She didn't even know why she stopped, she loved drawing, but she just didn't find it interesting anymore.

She put it down and paused for a second.

After that, she got straight back up, grabbed her bag and started putting as much in there as possible.

Once there wasn't that much room left in it. She grabbed her hoodie, pulled it over her head and grabbed the 100 pounds she had stashed under her old creaky bed.

She slowly opened the door, looked both ways, and then stepped out into the musty hall-way.

It was about 12:45 pm, so Janie doubted that any body would be awake.

She had spoken too soon.

She soon heard some foot steps gradually getting closer to her, she turned around to look into the face of Zee.

Zee was a horrible 15 year old who had a huge thing for Janie. The worst part was that he had once gotten his way with her and she had woken up the next morning in his bed.

She had hated him ever since.

'And what are you doing up so late, little girl?' he asked in a sly voice.

'I could ask you the same thing…' she replied.

'Yes, but the only difference is it look like you are going some where…' Zee said 'when you could just as easily be staying here with me…'

'And why the hell would I be doing that?' she said, trying to get to the other side of him where the stairs were.

'Coz, then I won't scream for Bess and just so happen to get you into trouble…'. He gave a sly smile to Janie.

Bess was obviously their carer, who took the Saturday and Sunday night shifts.

'Pfft, yeah right, you do that and you know you will be getting a free goodnight pill from my fist.'

'Not this time, babe…' Zee pulled up the sleeve of the tattered old long sleeved shirt he was wearing 'Check these big boys out' He said, flexing his bicep muscles (or what was left of them).

'Been lifting our toys, have we?' said Janie, still trying to get pasted him.

'If by toys you mean lifts down at the gym, why yes, I have been.'

'You are such and idiot' Janie said, rolling her eyes. 'Now move your fat arse and lemme through!'

'Your gonna have to do better than insults to get past me…' Zee said.

But before he could say anymore, Janie had swung a punch that had landed right on the side of his cheek.

He dropped to the ground and held his cheek in pain. Blood trickled out his fingers and onto the musty white-ish yellow carpet.

'You arse hole!' He shouted so loud the whole house would have heard him.

Before Janie knew it, Bess was down at Zee's aid.

'What the hell do you think you are doing Janie?' Bess said, with a face as red as a tomato 'And what are you doing with a bag, anybody would think you are going on a holiday!'

Janie stared at Bess and Zee for a few more seconds before running down the stairs and out the door…