The next morning , Cook Mattie is gone. The older girls don't care, they are leaving today - they are 18 now. Matron Tippett is silent. The girls are silent. The boys are silent. The nurses are silent. The babies are screamng. It feels odd and awkward, like as if we have just met. We sit down and nibble at our measly bread rations. It is like we are robots, all programmed exactly. My head hurts and my feet are freezing. I feel phsysicly and mentally ill. I only ever felt this way once before.did I tell you that I drove away our last cook?.....
3 Years ago
"Matron" I scream .I had a plan to get rid of Mrs Bree , our cook\ lecturer....
" Laura has a huge weal where Mrs Bree hit her!!!!!" I lie." Call the authorities!" And they come. That take notes and check Laura's back. Suddenly I go cold all over. I hav'nt thought this through properly. I didn't realise that they would actually check! Mrs Bree was staying. Face like a tomato Laura storms towards me, her mouth shaped into a perfect circle, shaking her head violently. She slaps me round the face and walks off. Matron next. A pang of sharp pain hit my cheek. I can almost feel the bruise popping up. Then I must face Mrs Bree ... "YOU LITTLE ***** ! HOW BLOODY DARE YOU?! NEARLY GOT ME IN SERIOUS TROUBLE! WELL IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL ANY BETTER,IM LEAVING ANYWAY! IVE HANDED IN MY NOTICE ! IM FED UP OF YOU LOT!" She rants. I bite my lip and try to look sorry.
Now
Yeah that's me : trouble . I cause it wherever i go .
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A girl called...
Historical FictionShe knows she has a name... 34567 was orphaned at newborn. Her mother left her without a name tag or date of birth, so she was given a number name. Desperately teased ,she searches for her identity, to find a new life...
