My home- Scarlett Johansson

Chapter 1

Bring bring

I roll over and groan as my alarm blares telling me I have to wake up for school. All I do in school is be followed by a 1 to 1 TA and doodle in my notebooks.

I roll out of bed and open my closet pulling out a skirt, tights, shirt and our school jumper. I throw my clothes on and head downstairs to the eating room where Reigna, our foster mom, has set out 18 bowls of cereal.

"Morning Natalie!" Regina chirps as I walk into the room yawning.

"Hi" I mutter sitting down in my seat and starting to eat breakfast. Over the next five or so minutes everyone comes down for breakfast and all sorts of languages fill the room. My friend Valentina, who's from Spain, sits next to me and we chat a little but we don't have long as we need to catch the bus to school.

"Have you done the homework?" She asks me in her spanish accent

"What homework?!" I question making her laugh

"You're a bit rubbish aren't you Natie!" she giggles as I glare at her

"Tell me what homework then" I snap playfully

"Math with Mr Glendal" she answers

"No we can do it in form" I tell her as we get up and go to our rooms. We each get our own small room and we have a £100 to decorate it how we want to make us feel more at home. When we have our English lessons we have them in our rooms so we feel comfortable. It's a really nice place here and I think that even if i'm not adopted i'd be happy to stay here until i'm old enough to start my own life, as long as Tina stays with me that is!

Fast forward an hour and i'm on the school bus scrolling through tiktok waiting to get off this smelly bus even if it means I have to actually go into school, which I HATE! Teachers talk to me as if i'm stupid but i'm not stupid at all as long as i'm interested in the lesson I can do quite well and as long as teachers actually let me be rather than pester me every ten seconds I probably would work better but that isn't the situation. Instead Miss Han follows me everywhere and never leaves me alone. She acts as though I don't understand any English but I do I just get confused sometimes.

"I hate this school" Tina mumbles and we walk through the doors. She's in the year above me, Y11, so she's sitting her GCSE's this year and I'm doing them next year. One thing about me is that I can not cope with stress. My body shuts down and I can't eat or sleep or anything I'm just in a state of panic so the school is worried about how I will be during exams and to be fair so am I. During the mocks I actually passed out because I just couldn't function.

"Natie? You're in your own world" Tina says slapping my arm to get my attention

"Mon cerveau va à 100 milles à l'heure Tina" (My brain is going 100 miles an hour Tina) I tell her and she stares at me before smiling

"English please" Tina jokes and I roll my eyes at her before walking into Art with Mrs Duncan. Now this is a lesson I can do!

I'm amazing at art and I could sit for hours, and do sit for hours, drawing and shading and colouring. It's my calming mechanism and I love it. When I joined the system the first thing Regina did was buy me a million notepads and three packs of pens, pencils, coloured pens and coloured pencils so that I could just draw what I felt and relax. I've loved Regina ever since I opened that bag full of supplies.

The day goes alright until lunch time. I'm sitting at the table when Trisha and Molly come over. They love teasing me for not having parents anymore and all I want to do is hit them but I know that would land me in way too much trouble both here and at Regina's.
"Hey Frenchie" Molly says laughing as she approaches me and Tina

"Just go away Molly we don't want to hear your voice today" I warn her really not feeling in a great mood. I just got detention in my math class for not finishing the homework and I really just can't be doing with Trisha and Molly.

"Ooh someone is standing up for themselves today" Trisha pokes and I just roll my eyes at her and tune them out. I hear them talking I just don't register what they are saying. I just continue my drawing of a tree with a girl reading underneath it. I've been working on it for about three days now making it perfect.
"Frenchie we're speaking to you!" Trisha says grabbing the paper

"I swear Trisha. Give it back" I snarl at her

"No" she says ripping it up

"Espèce de putain de salope! Dieu va-t'en, personne ne t'aime!" (You f*****g b***h! Go away no one likes you!) I shout at them in French before shoving Trisha onto a table, grabbing my bag and walking out the school as teachers call for me to come back.

I feel tears burn my eyes and i'm not sure why. I'm so angry and upset and confused and it's too many emotions and I just break down on a bench.

Scarlett's pov:
I'm just walking around the neighbourhood when I see a girl running out of school. She wipes her eyes a few times before collapsing onto a bench and starting to sob her eyes out. I debate going up to her but I don't know if I should. I mean i'm a random stranger and she's a young girl who's clearly very emotional.

I start to advance but stop myself. What would I actually do? Or say? But she's alone and very upset... my motherly instincts kick in and before I know it i'm crouching down in front of the crying figure.

"Hey there. Are you okay?" I ask her. She looks up and me before putting her face back in her hands.

"I'm Scarlett what's your name?" I ask

"Natalie" she mumbles with a thick french accent

"You're French?" I ask her and she looks up at me and nods.

"I loved it when I went to visit. It's so beautiful" I tell her and she smiles

"I wish I remembered it" she tells me sadly. I decide to change the subject to why she is sitting on a bench crying.
"How come you're on a bench sobbing rather than in school?" I say sitting next to her

"People just being irritating and merde" she says. I don't know French but i'm guessing it wasnt a nice word she just said.

"What are you going to do then? Go back to school?" I ask her hoping she says yes because she seems so sweet and I don't want her getting into trouble with both the school and her parents.

"Stay here I guess" she replies starting to bite her fingers and nails

"What about your parents? Won't they be worried if the school phones and says you aren't in classes?" I worry
"Well it's not my parents that would worry because they're dead" she says

"Oh i'm sorry I didn't know" I say placing my hand on her knee.

"It's fine I don't care anymore" she says to me but I know that's a lie. I can see the pain in her eyes so I try and change the subject.

"Well how about you come with me?" I ask. Her head perks up and she stares at me

"For real?" she asks and I nod.
"Well you can't just sit here until the end of the day can you?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"What if school phone Regina?" she asks

"Who?" I question

"My foster person" Natalie answers 

"I'll sign you out. Just message and say you're with a responsible adult" I tell her and she nods, getting her phone out and typing in French. To say, I think, French is her first language she is very good at English!

I get Natalie to give me her schools number and I text in saying that I'm her aunty and i'm taking her to the dentist but instead i'm going to take her back to my place for a bit until either she wants to go home or her carer wants her home.