Room 21 - Calum Hood Punk -

New Start

- Elena's POV - 

I sit in the back of the car and stare out the window at the home, craning my neck to see the full building. It's huge... The car door suddenly opens and I look up at the woman who has opened it. "Hello, sweetheart! It's lovely to see you!" She smiles a sickly sweet smile.
"Hi." I mumble back. I climb out of the car and go to the back to grab my bags. 
"Follow me." The woman chirps. I do as I'm told, following her down the path. Instead of going in through the front, she takes me around the side and in through a gate. We stand in a garden that, surprisingly, is well-kept. I look around me, taking in my surroundings. The gate is made out of metal bars, the garden fences being surrounded by brick walls that stretch up high enough so nobody can climb them. Figures, the people who come here probably aren't expected to leave. 


"So your name is Elena Woods, correct?" The lady reads from her clipboard. 
"Just Elena," I answer quickly, looking down at my feet. 
"Right, ok. And how are you feeling?" She asks me, tilting her head. I hate that. Everyone has done it when they know about my past and ask how I'm doing. "Fine." I mutter my response, rocking back and forth on my heels. "Get your hands off me!" I look up to see what the commotion is. "Get the fuck off me!" A guy (picture) around my age is being dragged in through the gate by a tall, broad man. "I swear I'll kick your fucking head in if you don't get your hands off me!" He shouts, trying to squirm his way free. 


"Mr Hemmings, please calm down!" The lady I've been with says, sighing. 
"No! Tell this dick to get off me!" He growls in response. 
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You need to go to the detention room, Mr Hemmings. You tried escaping again, you know the rules!" She shakes her head, tutting at him as she does so. 
"I don't give a shit if I'm supposed to or not! I hate this place, it's a fucking crap hole and I want to leave! I'm 19, not 9." He argues. I stare at him, his eyes a sparkling blue. They almost looked like crystals. "Mr Hemmings, ple-" 
"Stop calling me that. My name's fucking Luke, okay? Luke!" He spits, completely cutting of the lady stood by my side. 


He looks at me and I quickly look down, nervous that he'll say something to me too. "Fine, Luke, you'll have to be in the detention room today. It's the rules." The lady answers, turning away from him. The man drags Luke into the building and I hear him again, "this is bullshit!" 
"Sorry about that, Elena! Now, I'm going to introduce you to someone. He's one of the better behaved ones and he's very helpful. I think you'll get along nicely." The lady smiles, still sickly sweet. I don't like her smile. It seems fake, like she practices it in the mirror, so patronising considering the setting. "Sorry I'm late, Leia!" I turn in the direction the voice came from.