Welcome to chapter 7, nobody reviewed on the last chapter unfortunately but hey, I guess I will live... just. Also I want to get rid of one character so please tell me who to get rid of, so on with the chapter. P.S. sorry about all the Doctor who references. Also sorry the some people may seem OOC.
"So Tee with Carmen, Verus with Beta and Immy with Elektra, is this fine with everyone?" Mike asked, I nodded,
"could be much worse," Elektra stated.
"Oi," I said hitting her on the arm,
"sorry," Tee mouthed,
"it's fine," I mouthed back.
After that we were all allocated new rooms, the ones of us who were sharing got the bigger rooms, so Verus and Beta ended up in Carmen's old room and Elektra and I ended up in her old room. "Please can we paint in light blue," I begged,
"dark blue," she replied,
"royal blue," I replied,
"deal," she said shaking my hand.
"Can I please put up my Doctor Who poster?" I asked,
"lets see it," she said and I handed her the grey poster with all of the Doctor's on it,
"yep," she said grinning at 10.
"Who would ever suspect that Elektra would have a crush on David Tennant," I said and a pillow flew at my head.
"What about this poster?" I asked, showing her my series 6 poster,
"nope," I put the poster away, vowing to put inside the wardrobe.
A couple of hours later Mike turned up with our paint and we got to work, I was wearing a long white t-shirt and cut off jeans, Elektra was wearing similar attire, but for once she had taken out her beloved blue hair extensions. After 20 minutes of solid painting I felt something wet on my head, Elektra was standing behind me dripping paint onto my hair. I spun round and flicked paint at her.
Paint on her face,
she picked up a small brush and painted on me,
Paint going down my forehead, down my nose, onto my chin
I retaliated by holding her still and painting glasses onto her,
She had glasses painted onto her face,
she swiped quickly across my face,
Now I had a paint cross on my face,
I swiped across her top lip,
She had a paint moustache,
suddenly we were just full out chucking paint at each other, the walls had been neglected. After 5 minutes of solid fighting we settled down and carried on with the painting, every few minutes flicking paint at each other.
"LUNCH!" Gina bellowed, we turned and suddenly saw what had happened to us.
Elektra had a beard, moustache, glasses and paint all over her body.
I had a cross on my face, paint in my hair and all over my body.
"Oh shit," Elektra muttered,
"what is going to happen?" I asked,
"we are going to be killed," she responded.
"ok lets just go down," I said,
"you must be mental, but hey, let's do it."
We walked down the stairs and mentally prepared ourselves, we walked into the kitchen together.
"What have you two done?!" Mike exclaimed,
"painted our room," I said,
"painted yourselves more like," Johnny said.
"you two go and get yourself cleaned up," Gina said.
"But Gina if we got cleaned up we will only get messier when we start painting again," Elektra pointed out.
"Ok you can go and finish painting, then clean yourselves up, then get lunch," Mike said, so that's why we didn't have lunch until 7 in the evening.
When we did finally have lunch everyone else was having tea, so we just had two meals at once, well tried but we weren't allowed "that amount of food at once" the words were said by Gus, who was getting annoyed about routines and stuff like that. After tea we went round everyone else's rooms.
Beta and Verus' room had been painted purple and black.
Carmen had obviously tried to persuade Tee to paint their room pink but had quite obviously failed, or Tee had created a compromise. The 4 walls were different colours, lavender, pale blue, light pink and dark grey, on the dark grey wall many different coloured photo frames had been hung. Overall the room worked really well.
All the other rooms were good, but our room was awesome, dark blue with a few posters on the walls. My favourite poster was stuck to the back of the wardrobe and all the wall, in silver paint we had written on the wall.
Immy and Elektra's room
And on that wall we hadn't put any posters up, we had decided this was the wall that we would draw on and we decided to call it.
The Wall Of Procrastination
Already there was a stick man with spiky hair having a sword fight, courtesy of Elektra.
There was also a sheep, courtesy of Tee.
A couple of giraffes, done by Floss, Harry and Fortiter.
I had drawn a stick man with curly hair and speech bubble saying bye bye.
Carmen had drawn some clothes on the wall,
Gus had refused to draw on the wall.
Rick drew himself playing the guitar,
Tyler had drawn himself as a magician.
Frank had written "Manchester United" on the wall.
Verus had drawn two girls on the wall,
Beta had drawn another two girls.
Johnny had just written his name on the wall.
Jody had drawn a picture of a cookie.
Then we had called Gina and Mike up and they drew on the wall,
Gina drew a rainbow,
Mike drew a picture of a girl with curly hair and a crazy smile, and wrote underneath it, Tracy Beaker.
Then we had all drawn around our hands and written our names in our hand, after they had all left our room, I looked around. Our room was awesome, it felt like home. It was only as I was lying in bed that night that I remembered we had only arrived that morning.
I loved Elmtree house it was the first place I would ever have thought of calling home.
I had been living there for a week when it happened.
I was at the top of the stairs and I moved my foot to descend to the next step when the day mare took me over.
I was standing in my room alone, wait it wasn't my room, I was sad, I can't remember why. I put my hand to my lips and swallowed the contents of my hand. Then I heard the door open, he walked in.
I don't know who he was, he looked so similar to a person I knew, well not knew. But I knew that sort of person, he came over to me and suddenly, I didn't want to do it. But in the day mare I stayed put, in real life I ran.
But of course I tried to run into air, I tumbled down the stairs, the images came to me, I screamed. I heard footsteps, fast breathing, gasps, groaning, screams, moans. Then I heard someone talking to me, breathing in my ear, squeezing my hand, I wanted to escape.
I flicked between real life and the nightmare, my brain catching the odd word from real life, it was like a badly tuned radio. I heard the ambulance. I remember being lifted up. I remember pain.
But then again that wasn't unusual pain, pain felt normal to me, I guess one gets used to these sort of things, not falling down stairs, no, feeling pain. Well I've spent my whole life hurting, and while I live, I hurt.
