Hey! Like I said in the description, this is a very short prologue and I apologise for that. I'm hoping to start writing more as soon as possible (although don't be waiting on regular updates, they probably won't come). This is just a set up to the story, which will obviously be focusing on Ryan. I also plan to include Jody as a main character and was looking at potentially including Elektra, because according to wikipedia she's going to be in series five. Can anyone confirm that?
It doesn't apply to this chapter, but in the future there will likely be swearing and violence, which is why this is rated T. If you don't like this then please don't read it and complain.
Disclaimer (and this will be the only one): The dumping ground is owned by the BBC, and not me - I'm 16, I do not have any chance of owning even the tiniest part of this show.
It hadn't been that hard of a decision, really. It had been lurking in the recesses of his mind for years now, and once Chloe chose them over him, ideas leapt unbidden to his head. Ideas of gangs, of rough families that would accept him for who – no, what – he was: bad. A group of people who would embrace the rebellious streak that he had harboured for so many years, value his cunning and skills.
Ryan was going to join a street gang.
A plan was still forming as he reached for a rucksack, slinging in any items of clothing within his reach. All the money in his room, totalling £134, was hidden in a small compartment at the back of the bag underneath a thin blanket. He checked the time, 10:45, on his small clock before chucking that in the bag too. Throwing on a jumper, he snuck to the bathroom to grab the toiletries he thought he may need, before creeping down to the kitchen. It was late, later than curfew, but Carmen and Tee had been doing something this evening that meant Mike would be out with them until about 11:30. May-Li was sorting out some catastrophe that had happened with one of the girls, and would be preoccupied for at least a little while, meaning that if he was quick, he would be safe.
Reaching the kitchen, he opened the cupboards and dumped as much food as possible into his bag. Of course, he wasn't new to any of this, and knew to grab the non-perishables with at least a little bit of nutritious content – cereals, tinned fruit and veg, the lot. Having grabbed a sufficient amount, he moved onto the office. Gently opening the door, grateful it was unlocked, he crept to the filing cabinet and reached for the pot of keys situated on top of it.
He rifled through for the specific set of keys he wanted and opened the locked draw at the bottom. Inside it was a little tin, again locked, but which he also had the keys to. Inside of this box was the clothing allowance for each resident of the house for the next month. £5 each for the younger residents, £10 for the older ones. Not really enough to buy clothes, but when added together, a significant amount - £120. Together with his own money, he now had £254.
Decent.
Grabbing the main house keys, he slunk out of the office towards the front door. Pausing to slip on his coat, he unlocked the door as quietly as he could and stepped out, relocking it and slipping the key through the gap at the bottom. He spotted his skateboard to the left of the door and picked it up out of sentimentality.
He took a step back, glancing up at his old house and experiencing nerve-wracking second thoughts. This place had been his home for a while now. Pretty much everyone who had had a positive impact on his life was inside that building. Could he really leave it all behind?
But then he remembered the negatives: the rumours spread by Tee, the distrust Mike had in his eyes whenever they spoke, the hateful words emanating from Chloe's mouth – and suddenly the good memories couldn't make up for it. He had felt so much sadness in that house, and it was time for him to get away. He didn't know where he was going, or how he was going to find anyone to take him in, but he just knew that he had to get away.
With a final glance at the window of his old bedroom, he set the skateboard to the ground and pushed off. First, he'd head into Newcastle city for the night – an achievable target. Then he'd get away – Manchester, or London, maybe. Perhaps Liverpool, get back to his home town.
It didn't matter though. Anywhere was better than here.
Anywhere.
Well, there's your first (tiny) chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! I know you're probably getting sick of reading this, but please comment - leave your opinion or a suggestion for what you want to happen next, anything. Just so I know how people feel about it.
Hopefully I'll post again in the not too distant future, so see you then!
Randomguest xxx
