So here is the second chapter; hope you like it! Suggestions are always welcome:)

I yanked the car door open before trudging out in a foul mood; I stepped carefully across the ground dragging my few bags behind me. I was wearing my best black and red strippy top and I had a purple bow tied loosly in my red locks. I groaned waiting for my scatty social worker to hurry up. Glancing up at the towering building above my small frame; It was gigantic compared to my last care home.

'You will try... and I wish you would take that silly make up off' Maria my social worker sighed. Knocking on the large door in front of us.

I rolled my eyes. Try? That's not going to happen and as if she can tell me what make up I wear GET REAL. 'Yeah' I lied gritting my teeth. Running my fingers through my red knotty hair. Not allowing myself to be scared just another care home... A old man opened the door, thinning grey hair wearing a bizarre red and yellow shirt which I admired. Me of course liking a sense off originality.

'Hello, I'm Mike' He beamed, ushering me inside taking my bags from my sweaty palms. I could hear faint muttering in the distance as I was ordered in the direction of the office. It was the other kids. I shook my head as I could pick out certain words they were whispering to each over. 'Weird' and 'freaky' I laughed to myself hearing it all before. I slumped on one of the office chairs, making myself at home I placed my aching feet up onto the wooden desk.

'Welcome' I heard from behind I spun around In the chair spotting a young care worker with black straight short hair and large brown eyes. 'Loving the hair' She says pointing to my hair. Like I don't know where my own hair is? I let out a small fake laugh knowing that I was soon to be running out of care homes to go too if I wasn't careful.

'Well we have one spare room, it was a boy called Liam's room but he lives with his brother now but visits he's doing really well actually' Mike explained. As if I wanted to hear another kid's life story?

'Look I don't really care, can I just go un pack?' I asked abruptly. Maria shaking her head... 'Sorry, she's not very patient' she told them putting on a nervous smile.

Mike finally took the hint and let me wonder off to my new bedroom with the young care worker whose name I now knew was Tracy. She strolled up the hall me behind. I wondered along as I took in the surroundings. It looked alright, no padlocks which was good. A few kids' heads popped out the different doors along the way.

'Here we go' Tracy told me pushing the door open. 'What do you think?' She asked. The first thing that hit me was the stench of bleach and the dullness of the plain blue walls and boring and old plain furniture.

'Has possibilities' I say 'think red and black paint is needed'

'Yeah' Tracy nods dragging my bags into my room. 'I'll let you get on with it' she announces before exiting. I fall back down onto my new bed spreading my body out across it and grinning. Maybe just maybe it's time for me to settle down but then again maybe not. Swinging my feet off the edge of the bed.

'OI' I hear a voice scream before a figure storms in. A girl, about my age.

'Wow...Interesting look' She says sarcastically. I scowl at her. Me... Says her with the BLUE hair?

I laugh. 'I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting yet' I'm Scarlett I say smugly putting out my hand. She shakes her head now pacing up and down the room.

'Hang on Scarlett what?' She demands kicking my bag on the floor.

'What's it to you' I dart back wondering where she was going with this question.

'Recognize you from somewhere' she tells me. Her eyes widening. 'Nice piercings!' She gaps, looking at my lips coated in purple lip stick and my two lip piercings.

'Lucky' She groans.

I keep my guard up. Knowing what people like her are like. 'And what?' I say casually opening the wardrobe that stood in the corner.

'You're alright; I'm going to see if I can get my lip pierced' She comments nodding her head slightly before wondering out.

And they say I'm weird I think to myself chucking my few belongings into the draws. Putting my most precious item; the picture of me, mum and dad at the back of the draw. After a few minutes I get bored of un packing and decide to venture from the room and go and adventure a bit.

Go and see what else was in store for me in this place. I took a slow stroll down the narrow corridor, hearing faint muttering. I head towards the room where the noise was coming from. Placing my hand on the door handle. This is it here I go I twisted the handle kicking the door open and stomping inside. All the kids stopped what they were doing to turn around and look at me. All attention now on me.

A small blonde boy and a toy giraffe, a girl a bit younger than me dressed in all pink with long brown hair. Another girl about my age with blonde hair tied back, a blonde haired boy, a brown haired boy with braces and two other boys' one with light brown hair and the other jet black.

The light brown haired boy turned to me. 'Strange, another weird one...' He comments looking me up and down before turning his attention back to the pool table. I bite down hard on my lip, drawing blood. Clenching my fists. It's weird how one word can set me off. My veins in my forehead budging. Feeling like a volcano which was about to erupt. None gets away with that, no matter what.

The kids watched on. One jumping up. With a notepad and heading over to talk to me 'What is... ' He begins I stare at him before he scuttles away. I scrap my hair back before stepping forward towards the pool table. I lift my fist with all my strength swinging it around to make full contact with the boys jaw. Sending him tumbling, I knew that I could have continued still fuming but I knew I had done enough. 'Liam' The blonde hair boy mumbled sprinting to his aid.

When you have been in care for a long time, you pick up how to throw a good punch you need too or people with walk all over you. I smiled to myself satisfied that I had made my point clear. I storm back out the room past the other kids who stood mouth open.

I didn't care that I would be in trouble. I was pleased. Pleased that now the kids knew that I meant business that I wasn't a new target and that they needed to watch what they said and anyways the worst that could happen would be I had to wash a few dishes. A good impression? Hmmm maybe not but who cares what have I got to lose.