Ok-soz bout the LOONNGG delay on this story but, I 've been busi P ...I found this, n cudn't rememba nefin of it...bt I'll put it up neway D ...It's bout a year old, n written wen I had like a CHERUB/Dr Who phase...therefore some characters r a lil outdated :P


1. Stomach

Charlie couldn't help laughing as Harry wet himself, because Mrs. Harris said that he had to wait, as he'd already been twice to the toilet that P.E lesson. It was true, but it was Harry's fault that he went to go check up on his rock in his bag, just in case someone had stole it, instead of going to the toilet.

Harry turned to scowl at Charlie, but she had already gone to play football with the boys. Mrs. Harris dragged him inside, placed her hands heavily on his shoulders and said "Harry! You're in year 2 now, you're 7 years old and you're still wetting yourself. You must learn to have self-control boy," She paused to rummage through the lost property, seconds later she had found some clean boxers and some rather short trousers. Passing them to Harry, she told him, "Here put these on, no, not now boy, let me talk to you! Once you've got these on go and play football or something, ok?"

"No!" Harry retorted.

"Good Heavens! Do learn your manners young boy, why not? Wait…It's because of Charlie isn't it?" Mrs. Harris replied knowingly. Harry slowly nodded his head.

Last week, thinking he was hard and could take anything a girl could throw at him he had made fun of Charlie, because her Mum and Dad had died in a car crash and she had to live in a Children's Home. Unfortunately for him, Charlie had been learning Karate for 3 years and was already a green belt. He ended up with a black eye and a very sore stomach.

Thinking back at that, Harry's stomach felt a little queasy. He had always loathed Charlie, she was by far the cleverest, didn't seem to have any fears, good at fighting (obviously) and she was always looking for trouble. Harry sat in his seat, at the front, near Mrs. Harris' desk, ready for the Maths lesson.

Mrs. Harris set some complicated sums for them to do, when suddenly Mrs. Harris called out "Charlotte Berimore! Come to my desk please."

Harry perked up a bit, desperate to find out what was wrong. Mrs. Harris, however, was desperate to hide what was wrong. All Harry heard was, "…trouble…parents…children's home…Harry…football…"

Harry's stomach felt really queasy now, Charlie was going to be so mad at him, well that was if she could find him. For the rest of the lesson, Harry fidgeted in his seat, until the 3.30 bell rang. He made sure he saw Charlie trudge slowly down the path, with all the other care kids, towards 'Bennits Children's Home', until he rushed down the path and home.

Charlie slowly went to her new home, where no-one understood her, or truly cared for her. Well, maybe one person, Owen Nickleback, her care worker. He seemed to know exactly who she was and how she felt, he wasn't there when Charlie arrived home that day, but a new boy was. The boy had a very calm feel about him. He looked 11, with a stocky build. He was lounging on the sofa reading a karate magazine. Charlie smiled to herself, knowing that someone under that roof might be able to beat her in a fight.

"Hey! What took you so long, man I was like so bored, I thought I might've died! I'm Jason Reeves, I'm 12" He put his hand out to shake, no one took it as he was the new boy and no one spoke to new kids until they knew he was cool, collected and worth knowing. Charlie, however, being new to the home, no one told her as they were still putting her under the test, she held her hand out and shook it.

A couple of the older kids sniggered and walked away, everyone else followed. Charlie decided to stay and talk to Jason. "Hi I'm Charlotte Berimore, but everyone calls me Charlie, I'm 7.I see you've got a karate magazine, do you do karate? I do I'm already a green belt. You look clever, are you? I'm clever, well in my class anyway…You look brave too, and I'm brave. In Y1 we had to go collect 20 woodlice each and I was the only girl who got them all, because all the others were screaming going "Eww!" and why aren't you answering my questions…" Charlie stopped, realising she was talking really fast, not giving Jason a chance to talk.

"Whoa! Charlie, right first question, karate, yes, I'm a black belt, I'm pretty clever as well, I'm brave too, I've been sky-diving before…I would count that as brave. Hey, we're quite alike aren't we?" Jason told her, whilst Charlie's eyes became wider in amazement. Suddenly, very seriously he asked her "Charlie, do you like it here?" Charlie thought about the question deeply, before saying "No! I hate it here and I wouldn't give to leave." Jason looked at her, deep into her eyes and smiled.

The next day was Saturday and the children could do anything they wanted. Charlie gave Jason a tour of the Home, she probably would've done it on Friday, but he wanted a chat with Owen. She was just showing him the dining room when Owen appeared and said "Charlie can you just come to my office?" Charlie hesitated, thinking about the talk Mrs. Harris had said about how she should teach Harry football. Well, she was on the team not Harry, because she was miles better than him, but she really didn't like Harry, thinking that just because he's 7 and we're all 6, he's better.

She entered Owen's office and suddenly "Argh! Where am I? Jason?! Owen?! Anyone?!"

Charlie's first thought was "I've been kidnapped!" Then she remembered going into Owen's office. Her second thought was "I've been kidnapped…by Owen!" The 7 year old examined her surroundings. There was a TV, a mini-fridge, a big bed, like those fancy hotels, Mum and Dad dreamed of going to. Her eyes welled up with tears, thinking about her Mum and Dad. She dug her hands in her pockets to think, only there were no pockets, she was naked!