I wish I was somewhere else. Anywhere would be better than this. I left the hospital about 2 hours ago, and now I'm sat in a dingy room, with a stern faced social worker. She's making an effort to look cool, you can tell, but hell naw. She's ancient!
When they sent me here from the hospital they told me that it was a really nice place, and they were sure I would make loads of new friends. Apparently, everybody is really nice here. I'm not quite sure if I believe that. As soon as I walked in the door, everybody that bothered to look in my direction gave me a death glare. Ah, I'm so frickin scared of these kids...
I guess I'm just another one of them now. I'm just another kid who has been abandoned, and sent here. To quote Tracy Beaker, I am in the 'Dumping Ground'. Great. But in a really, really weird way, I feel kinda cool. Tracy was my childhood hero, and I think she's exactly the person I want to be.
Obviously it's not going to work though. They keep tlling me that I can have a fresh start ere, nobody will judge me and Sarah - the lady eyeing me up and down right this second, she's my social worker - will help me if I have any problems. yeah right, like I believe that. They don't give a crap about me.
I really made some changes to what I look like. Aha, if only Lauren could see me now. My hair falls down to my shoulders in ringlets, and oh my god, I dyed it. I am now a blonde. Yeah, that's right.
"Amy, I've assigned you a buddy, her name is Grace. She's in your year at school, and she goes to the one down the road from here, in the town. She will show you around, and if you have any issues, you can either talk to her, or me." Sarah gives me an awkward smile.
I just nod my head, and return her smile, uneasily. I don't really smile much anymore.
She really is trying to help me, I think. But I feel like I can't trust anybody right now. I just want to be on my own. I need some time to think things over, and make sense of what is happening to me. I cannot believe I am in a Dumping Ground. Why me? Well, apparently because I'm a fat useless piece of crap.
There's nothing else to do, except to grit my teeth and hope for the best.
Obviously, I know that's not going to happen though, that would make things way too easy for me. Like they weren't amazing already. My mums dead, my sisters dead, and my dad doesn't even care about me enough to drive down to see me.
Wow, I feel so loved. Note the sarcasm?
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Updated on my laptop. Im bored. Goodbyeeee! xxxxxx
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Teen FictionAmy seems to have lost everything important to her. It's just her and her mum. But when a tragic event occurs, will Amy be able to get back on her feet? Or will Lauren's spiteful ways be too much for her to handle?
