"Oi!" Liam yelled, catching up to Elektra Johnny and me. "We're meant to walk back together."
"Well, we waited ages!" Elektra huffed not turning her head.
"What were you doing anyway?"
"Never you mind Johnny." Liam's face had turned from breathlessness to one of secretive glee. Deciding that I didn't want to know, I pulled my coat tighter around me and tried to make myself warmer in the November wind.
I had been thinking hard about what to do for my project. My top ideas were either a scrapbook highlighting women's top fashions through the era and through the First World War or create a fictional diary of my great, great grandfather, who brought my brother's watch to war with him.
I was so lost in thought I didn't notice the lamppost that I was about to walk right into but I did notice Liam's hands dragging me swiftly away from it.
"Gina would kill us if the new girl came home with a bloody nose."

"DINNER!" Even if you were in hyperspace I'd still warrant you could still hear Gina when she bellowed. Unfortunately I had the pleasure of being stood right next to her. Just because you were new didn't mean you could just skive off chores, and it was my turn to set the table. Within seconds there as a stream of kids crowding into the kitchen. Picking up a drink from the counter I moved to take my seat.
"Sophie, Gina had told me to wait before I asked you, but I have waited precisely," Gus checked the watch on his arm, "twenty seven hours and fourteen minutes. I need to know why you speak recieved pronunciation when you have come from the Fleeting estate and Richmond care home."
"Why I speak what?" I may sound posh, but I didn't understand a word that he had just said. He frowned, wrote something down in his ever present notebook.
"Recieved pronunciation..."
"He means, why do you speak posh?" You could always count on Elektra to put it bluntly.
"Oh," I put a helping of pasta on my plate, "I decided that I didn't want to be judged on where I came from."
"Wait, you didn't always talk like this?"
"No, But when I was leaving the foster care I dicided to teach myself how to speak without a regional accent, so that I couldn't be labeled to one area."
"Nothing wrong with not speaking posh!"
"I agree Liam, but I also know that others don't, and they judge you for it."
"Then they aren't worth your time!"
"I'm not going to fight with you!" The more time I spent with him, the more more I disliked him. He was a cocky arrogant little shit and the less time spent with him the better. Luckily before he could retaliate Mike sat down and gave us a look to silence us both.
"So how did you teach yourself Sophie?" Thank god for Carmen and her inhuman ability to keep the peace.
"YouTube, mostly. I just kept practising until it became habit." I hastily ate some pasta "This is really good Gina" A deperate attempt to change the subject.
All of a sudden Liam had succumbed to a massive coughing fit, but the words "suck up" and "kiss ass" were clearly audible.
"Liam? You alright man?" Gina asked worriedly. I just rolled my eyes, only adults wouldn't have heard him say it. And as if by magic he suddenly stoppped.
"Yeah I'm fine Gina!"
"Well, don't call Sophie a suck up. It was very nice of her to compliment my cooking." Score one: Me. "For that I think you can help Sophie do the washing up." There were times when reliving your worst nightmare was preferable to your current situation. This was one of those situations.

A/N Sorry for two things:

It's a bit late

And that it's short.

Blame writers block, but I'm writing the next chapter now, so I will try update later today. I will also try to make it longer.
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