Almost immediately they found a family to foster me. Dot and bob Thomson my new mum and dad. They let me bath, mum would wash my hair for me, as strange has it felt it was nice. I had a real life bed that I bounced on, a wardrobe that was full of cloths just for me and my own room. When I had first moved in I didn't understand that children my age weren't really supposed to be able to make there own meals so when my mum found me taking something out of the cooker she panicked and grabbed it off of me then checked my tea towel covered hands just encase I had used my bear hands and burnt them like she had in her panic. Has she rinsed her hands under the tap she asked me how I knew how to cook and what I could cook then she told me that if I get hungry just to tell her and she will get me something. Unusual.

With in two years they had adopted me and they had another child called Tony. My brother. It seemed like the perfect American family, it was the perfect family. According to my mum, despite my start in life I was quite confident in my self, which I supposed was true, I was in the Drama club at school so I had to be confident to be able to perform but I never really had friends, I didn't need them.

One Saturday while eating breakfast Mum and dad kept giving each other these looks and smiling at each other. Mum couldn't hold her water so eventually she burst,

"Your dad has got a new job in Scotland."

"You have? What doing?" I asked.

"Building a golf…"

"I'm not going." Tony said interrupting him. "All my friends are here."

"You hear of a phone right dude." I said.

"I'm still not going April."

"We'll see about that." I mumbled.

He had tried to lock himself in his room but then of cause school came around and while he was there mum and dad packed his things. Before we knew it we were on our way to Scotland. On the plain ride Tony sat with his arms folded and a sour look on his face, the rest of us kept smirking at him until he fell to sleep falling limp.

When we finally pulled up outside the house both of our mouths fell and Tony had forgotten he didn't like this place. It was more of a castle then a house. Just has dad opened the door I pushed past him and ran up to the tallest tower room. It was all dusty, possibly used has an attic, no one had been here for years. The walls and floor were bare stone and the roof looked wooden. There was nothing up here except and old trunk and another door. Walking through it fell down a few steps on my bum the caught myself. Standing, I rubbed my behind then went down the last few steps. A bathroom. There wasn't much to see so I went back into my room and out onto the balcony looking down at the ants that were mum and dad.

I saw them go back and forth carrying boxes a cases, I loved this place, this was defiantly my room. I looked up at the sky and breathed in deep. Suddenly there was a knock at my door. I turned to see mums disapproving look.

"This is my room." I said

"Wouldn't you be better downstairs?" She asked

"Nope, admitted it needs a little clean."

"A little. Right well you sleep on the sofa tonight then we'll clean it up tomorrow for you."

I smiled, "Thanks."

I did has mum had said and slept on the sofa and then when the next day came around I couldn't wait to start on my room. Once it was clean I got my bed, wardrobes and shelf's in with great difficulty and began to unpack. I had no posters or a rug so my walls and floor stayed bare, but I loved it that was. It was the perfect room.

When I had finished I wondered down to the first floor but everyone was busy so I went to the ground floor and wondered around. In the kitchen I saw a door and wondered inside. Steps leading into to nothingness were in front of me and a big smile spread across my lips. I fished out a flashlight and made my way down. Once at the bottom I shone the light all around. There was everything down here, from mirrors to garden furniture to a knight in shining armour. Leaning against a wall a light flickered on scaring me. I decided this was my den, plenty of places to hide yet enough light to relax and do homework when I get some. Perfect. I set to work moving things around and getting it just right.