So, hi! Stan and Joe are going to go mean.

Joe pov

"Can you believe it bro´" Stan said and sat down on his bed, I nodded slightly, because I sat on my bed, back towards wall, trying to read, so I didn´t really listen to him.

"Come on, earth to Joe," Stan took a book from my bedside table, and before I had the time to react, he had hit it in my head, gosh, sometimes I really did not like my brother.

"Ouch, what was that for?" I threw the book I was reading at the bed in front of me, and looked up at Stan.

"You weren´t listening! I asked can you believe it?"

"Believe what?"

"That we have two hours of graduation tomorrow, and then no school for six weeks."

"Mhm, not really."

"But come on," Stan picked up the book to hit me in my head again, but this time I had the chance to react, and I pushed him away.

"What are you thinking about," Stan sat up on the floor. "You seem so far away."

"I am trying to find out which country Sophia comes from." I said.

"So, did you find something?"

"Nothing. Literally, nothing."

"You know there is about 200 to 250 countries in the world, do you Joe? And you´re searching in a book, to find out which country, one certain girl is from, I mean, what´s the odds that you could find the right country? I mean, Sophia… she´s got dark hair and dark eyes, like a Latin- American, she´s short, which is common in Asia…."

"… she does not look very Asian."

"I haven´t finished… and at the same time, she´s pale like a Scandinavian, and Mike says she´s got post- traumatic stress, and one of the most common reasons people suffer from that is that they´ve lived in places where there´s war and such stuff. Do you also remember that only minutes before Sophia came here, Mike and Gina told us that she could not return to her country, because it´s not safe for her there."

"so we can suppose that she comes from a country with war. Loads of countries have wars going on…"

"I´m gonna figure out some easier way to figure out, and I think I´ve already have got an idea for how we can get into the office and read her files."

"Stan, I don´t think that´s a very good idea."

"Since when are you so boring, are you in or not?"

"… I´m in."

I had hesitated a while before answering, and when Stan told me about his plans, I regret more and more that I had given him that answer.

Monday afternoon, Sophia pov

I was watching some TV- show with Carmen, Tee and Lily at Monday afternoon, though I didn´t really watch it, as I just sat there, thinking. Thoughts were spinning in my head, When I suddenly heard Harry shouting my name.

"SOPHIA" he shouted, and I could here he was upstairs. "Come on, I need your help." I stood up, and half ran down the hall, and up the stairs, and then down the hall upstairs, when I spotted Harry, standing In the hall. Next to him stood someone, I couldn´t see who it was, because he or she was wearing balaclava, he or she also wore black sweat pants, and a black hoodie, and in her or his hands, there was a gun.

Mike pov

I and Gina sat in the office, finishing some paper- work, when we heard the scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" though she was screaming, it was clear that it was Sophia´s voice. I turned around, looked at Gina, more wasn´t needed, we both stood up, and ran as fast as we could out the door and up the stairs. When I came around the corner. I saw Stan standing there, now it was clear that it was Stan, because he had pulled up the cap I guessed he had had pulled down over his face to scare Sophia. He was laughing quietly, and he had Shawn´s toy- gun in one of his hands.

Sophia pov

I looked to Harry, to the toy in Stan´s hand, to Stan, then to Harry again, and to the toy. I was having more and more trouble breathing, and the other residents of Elm Tree House, were one after one coming around the corners. Mike and Gina were the last one there, and then it hadn´t even been thirty seconds, not that I counted them. But it felt almost like hours to me. I couldn´t breathe, and suddenly I felt like I wanted to hurt Stan, before anyone had the chance to react I had ripped the toy of Stan´s hands, and hit it in his head. The toy broke, Stan stumbled into his room, and put his hand on his head and groaned. The next second, Mike had reached me, but his reflexes were too slow, I threw the toy after Stan, then I pushed the ones closest to me away from me, and then I ran down the hall, and down the stairs as fast as I could.

"Come on Sophia, it was only a joke." I could hear Stan shouting, but I didn´t care about him. I just kept on running, just below the stairs I met Joe, but I only pushed him out of the way and kept on running, through the kitchen, jumped over the rail to the stairs outside and landed n the hard ground. I could feel that I again got scrapes on my palms and knees, but I didn´t care, I got on my feet and ran through the trees in the garden, I stumbled on a root in the ground. I raised myself on my elbows again, retched so hard I thought I was gonna throw up, but didn´t. Then I laid down fully again. I had my face turned towards the ground, but didn´t care about it. Neither did I care about the sound of steps getting closer.

"You´re okay?" I heard Shawn´s voice. But I didn´t look at him.

"I´m fine," I lied. And then I remembered Shawn hadn´t been in the house at all when all the others came running.

"Was it yours?" I tried to change the subject. "The toy- gun that Shawn was playing with?" I turned my head to look at Shawn, who nodded slightly. "I broke it," I said. "But don´t worry, I´ll buy you a new one, as soon as I have money okay?"

"My mum gave me that," Shawn sat down next to me on the ground, and when he said that, I suddenly I felt really, really bad for breaking the toy.

"I´m so sorry."

"It´s okay, I have loads of toys and other stuff that she gave me, because she used to buy me things, to say she was sorry, but it didn´t made up for all the times she hurted me."

"I´m sorry to hear that."

"It´s okay, she can´t hurt me anymore."

"No, no I guess she can´t."

"Did your mum hurt you?"

"No…. no she´d never do something like that." Shawn looked curious, but didn´t ask anything else, he just moved closer and lifted my head onto his lap. He started playing with my hair.

"You know Shawn, I knew a boy that was very like you once." I said. "Not on the outside, no, and not in the age, because he only got four years old, but he was really, really kind like you, and you both got a lot of heart. I´m sure you could have been great friends if he was here."

"What´s his name?"

"Aaron, his name was Aaron."

I´ll have to stop right there, because I have to do some vacuuming, before my friend arrives. But…. Preview for next chap

"…what were you thinking…"

"… have you ever heard a scream like that…"

"….Now we´re gonna be kicked out of another care- home…."