Mention of Adult themes in this chapter.
Chapter 3

Isabelle was angry, how could they keep the letters away from me. Searching in the manager's office, until she found what she was looking for.
Her file. Opening the folder she noticed 12 letters, each with the same handwriting on. Her Mothers, taking the file and the letters she exited the office and made her way towards the dining room.
Shouting at the top of her voice, not caring that the whole Orphanage were sat eating their meals,
" How could you, you bunch of Idiots," waving the letters in the Managers, Emma's face. "These letters, care to explain, why my mother has been sending me birthday cards for the past 12 years and I have never seen a single one of them?" Isabelle was fuming, waiting for a reply. Emma stood blankly on the stood.
" Am waiting! ... And oh, I don't want the whole 'it's was for the best' c***. The truth or else ..." Emma stood shocked. Did Isabelle just swear? I need to tell her, tell her the truth. No it'll hurt her, she doesn't deserve to know the truth yet. Quick think of something to tell her, before the situation gets worse. Emma thought to herself.
"Come on Isabelle lets go to my office and talk about this."
"No! Tell me the truth, because let's face it, Kids I swear I saw loads of letters some addressed to: Miss Quinn, Mr Stevens, Miss Harker ... ohh the list goes on. NOW SPILL!"
That did it, the whole dining room were angry and Emma had nowhere to hide, she had to tell the truth.
"Okay, Isabelle you want the truth, the real truth?" Emma was now angry. Isabelle, wasn't prepared for this

"Your perfect mother wasn't the angel you make her out to be, ha, far from it. She was the worst of them all, she earned her living on her back, Yeah you heard me, she earned money by sleeping with men and your father was to off his head to even notice she was pregnant. That's why I never gave you those stupid letters. Happy now?" Everyone in the room sat still, shocked. Grace was the first to speak.
"Isabelle, You okay?" Isabelle, went pale she gave the appearance that she was about to be sick. Tears cascading down her cheeks at a fast pace.
"No, NO your lying, my mother's changed, NO!" Isabelle shouted before running out the room, she ran into her bedroom. Went into her cabinet, got the picture, scissors, all the money in her piggy bank, some clothes and her mobile. She couldn't stay here, she had to find her mother. Stuffing all the items in her bag, she carefully climbed out her bedroom window, climbing onto the roof before reaching for branch of a tree near her window. Safely on the tree she jumped, it was lucky for Isabelle that her bedroom was on the second floor, and not the third. Without harm, Isabelle cautiously made her way out the Orphanage grounds. She had £100 pounds with her, including birthday money. She had just enough to book into a hotel and get some food. She made her way towards the nearest hotel and booked herself in. She made her way towards her room. The room was nothing like her own at the Orphanage, Its had a TV and an en-suite. It looked really nice. Walking over to the bed, she place her backpack on the desk. She reached out into her backpack and withdrew the photo and scissors. Crying she managed to whisper.

You're not the person I thought you were,
and now I know the truth, am glad I don't know you.

Without thinking she picked up the scissors and cut the picture to shreds. Whilst she finished her handy work she heard something vibrating in her bag. Looking into her bag, she picked up her mobile.

You have ONE message:
From: Gracie,
Isabelle, where are you were all worried about you.
Tell me where you are and please reply back, I need to know you are safe.
Tb urgently,
Love you Loadies, Gracie. Xxx

Isabelle thought for a minute before replying.

To: Gracie,
Grace, am fine am in a hotel on bridge street, don't worry am safe. I needed to get away.
I'll see you soon, Don't tell Emma where I am.
Please, I trust you,
Love Belle's xxxxx

Isabelle left her room and went down to the Lobby, she asked the receptionist where the nearest McDonalds was and set off for her dinner. 5 minutes later she was tucking into her burger, she thought to herself, what a birthday, where am I going to go when the money runs out. I only have £10 left, well at least ive already paid for the room. I have 2 days to decide whether I still want to find my Mother.
Walking back to the hotel, she saw happy families playing in parks and having fun, tears filled in her eyes, Isabelle fought back the tears, that was the last thing she wanted. She entered her room and the first thing she saw was the shredded pieces of her photo.
"NOOO, What have I done."