Fang P.O.V

"Hey Fang!" Ella murmured without looking up from the table, too engrossed in her latest edition of whatever book it was this time.

"Hey Ells, watch 'ya reading this time?" I wandered over to the table and threw my school bag down on the wooden surface. Ella flinched slightly and I gave her an apologetic look.

She grinned at me and put her index finger in between the pages of her book. "Pride and Prejudice." Her chestnut brown hair fell in front of her eyes and she blew it out of the way before replacing her finger with a bookmark.

"Didn't you read that last month?" I asked her, genuinely amused. This girl just never stopped reading. She gave me an embarrassed smile and subconsciously fingered the old cover of the Jane Austin book.

"It's just so good! I love the relationship between Mr Darcy and Elizabeth! One day, I'm going to find love like that and –"Ella cut off quickly, seemingly having just realised that she was talking to me. "Anyway, I think Anne wanted to see you in the kitchen…"

I groaned internally and made my way into the kitchen while my foster sister went back to reading. When I entered the kitchen, the scent of chocolate chip cookies filled my senses. My eyes caught the plate of steaming cookies on the table and I grabbed one before turning to Anne, who was standing by the cooker chopping up a carrot for tonight's dinner.

"You wanted to see me?" She whirled around at the sound of my voice and smiled.

"I got a call from Mr Ashworth today. He said that he was a little worried about the quality of your school work."

I wasn't surprised. I had known that eventually this would happen. "Oh?"

"Nick, he said you got a D in your Chemistry test." Anne's expression was that of disappointment and I knew what was coming next. "You're failing chemistry! Then he said that your previous essay in English was a C-! What am I going to tell the girls when we have lunch next Tuesday? Marie's son is getting a B in Chemistry! Valencia's girl is an A* in English! What am I going to say? Well, if you were trying to humiliate me in front of all my friends then congratulations Nick, you have succeeded. I mean, I just don't understand this need to hurt me. I give you a nice home and I take care of you and what do I get in return? All you ever seem to do is humiliate me! And what's your father going to say?"

I flinched slightly at her rant. No matter how used to it I was, it still hurt a little every time I heard it. "He's not my father. And you're not my mother. I'm sorry that I'm such a huge disappointment to you both. You know what? If I'm that 'difficult' then why foster me in the first place?"

Anne sighed and looked away, hurt. "You know Nick, sometimes I wish you were a little more like your other siblings."

And there it was. The punch line that I had been waiting for. It always happened like this. Anne would lecture me about my bad grades, I would flip out and over react then she would just get that hurt look on her face and tell me about how much I disappoint her. Usually around this time, I would storm off and act all brooding teenager in my room.

"Whatever." I mumbled before throwing my half eaten cookie on the table and walking out of the kitchen.

"You okay?" Ella mumbled as I walked through the living room.

I grunted and carried on walking out of the room and up the stairs to my bedroom.

The door slammed against the wall as I yanked it open and pulled it shut again. I was beyond pissed. I kicked my shoes off and pulled off my uniform, glad to be rid of it. Grabbing the first pair of black jeans from my laundry pile, I groaned and dressed in my preferred choice of clothing; black jeans and a matching black fitted t-shirt. Anger took over me as I replayed Anne's words.

All you ever do is humiliate me.

I wish you were more like your siblings.

I yelled in frustration and punched the wall with my fist. Eventually I grew tired and my hand began to hurt from the contact with the hard surface so I settled for lying on my bed in silence. I seriously needed a break.

A little while later, I heard a creaking sound and opened my eyes to find a frightened boy standing in the threshold of the doorway.

"Fang?" The blonde boy mumbled. I sat up and motioned for my younger foster brother to come in.

"Hey Gaz. What's up?" He sat on my bed and I checked my phone for the time.

8:30. I had been in my room for four hours.

"I heard what mum said to you. Dad's pretty angry right now."

I huffed and laid back on the bed. Gazzy followed my lead. "Let him be angry."

"I'm sorry Fang. She shouldn't have said that… I don't wish you were like anyone else."

I chuckled slightly. As much as Gazzy liked to act tough as nails, he was still a kid. A naïve little kid who didn't understand exactly how the world worked yet.

"You'll understand when you're a little older Gaz."

He looked indifferent. "I'm eight. Not a baby. I do understand. And I understand that Mum didn't really mean that. She just gets upset sometimes because you don't do your best in school. She gets upset with me too sometimes. Like when I ate the last slice of pizza last week and she had to buy more cause it was for all of our tea. She was pretty upset then…" I smiled at his rambling and closed my eyes again.

"Sure Gaz. Thanks buddy."

"No problem. I have to go and finish my science homework. Will you help me?"

I opened my eyes again. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm getting a D in chemistry. That also classifies as science doofus." He punched my arm and smiled.

"Please! I just don't get how the heart can pump blood everywhere in your body!"

I chuckled and he ran out of my room. Not a second later, he was back sitting on my bed with a work book in between us.

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, just a little insight into Fang's home life. I should be updating more now cause I'm free from school for two whole weeks. Yay to that1 so yeah, review.