Evelyn is a resilient and determined young woman who has been in an out of care since she was eight years old. She has faced numerous challenges throughout her life. Despite her difficult past, she has been given a unique opportunity to start anew...
Song ~ Never Felt So Alone ~ Labrinth and Billie Eilish
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As I stepped out of Jasmine's blue mini, the enormity of my new home loomed before me. The mansion was massive, its grandeur almost suffocating. Jasmine, my social worker, gave me a reassuring nod, but I couldn't shake off the nerves fluttering in my stomach.
Jasmin's knuckles rapped against the heavy oak door, the sound echoing through the stillness of the evening. I studied the intricate carvings adorning the doorframe, wondering if they held secrets of the lives that had passed through this threshold. As I waited some more I played with the sleves of my worn out jumper.
A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a blonde boy in nazy shirt and beige shorts, his face lighting up with a mischievous grin. "Boys, they're here!" he shouted, he then woftes his hand, gesturing for us to come in. "Come in please do come in."
He then leads us down a long hallway that's as fancy as the exterior of the house suggests. The walls are a pristine white, adorned with countless awards and framed photos. Each step we take seems to echo off the high ceilings and gleaming chandeliers. It feels like a museum, but with the occasional scuffmark from a sneaker on the polished hardwood floors, it's clear that this isn't just a showpiece—people actually live here.
My eyes keep darting to the photos. In almost every one, there's the blonde boy, sometimes alone, sometimes with a group of four other boys—each looking different from the next. They're all laughing, playing sports, or huddled together in various stages of mischief. It's like a visual storybook of their lives here, and suddenly it hits me—these must be the other boys I'll be living with. The gravity of the situation settles in my stomach like a rock.
They seems to smile a lot, maybe it won't be to bad.
The blonde boy, whom I presume is one of the four I'll be living with, leads us into a warm, inviting living room. The room was bustling with activity.
A large, wooden bookcase dominates two wall, its shelves laden with books and trophies that tell tales of victories and knowledge. The crackling fireplace adds a cozy touch, and the scent of burning oak fills the air, hinting at a home where stories are both read and lived.
The other boys are lounging on a plush grey sofa, their eyes darting from me to Jasmine with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
"Please make your self at home," He says as he points towards the sofa and chairs.
Jasmin and I take a seat on the sofa opposite the boys. I dump my bags on the floor by my seat without a care in the world.
What! They said I could make myself at home!
"Welcome to the madhouse!" says the curly head boy, his green eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm Harry, and I'm the youngest of the bunch. That's Niall over there," he points to the one with the blonde hair who let us in, "He's got more charm than you can handle." Niall grins at the compliment, and Harry flashing a cheeky dimple.
