The Poster Girl

Chapter 2- Scott

Chapter 2

        "Oi Aria! It is Aria, right?," The voice called. "This has irony written all over. I remember when we were teeny weeny little children, you know that time you dragged me down five blocks only to give me a lecture? Yeah I still remember that you never did get your revenge, did you?"

Scott Wellington. The only guy I had the guts to drag by the ear because he was the reason I was in deep trouble.

"What are you doing here? You have a family, you have no reason to be here!"

"Yeah, I know Sherlock, thanks for letting me know what I have. I volunteer here, I help out with the little kids. Why are you here? It's the first anyone from back home has seen someone from your family" Him volunteering? No offence to him but that is a big shocker. You'd think he wasn't capable of looking after himself, never mind little children.

"The day we left to go to Scotland for the weekend was the day we were in a car crash and I just so happened to be the only survivor and I was placed in care so I live here, well I just got moved to this one today but that's doesn't matter"

Scotland was all my fault, I was the one that wanted to go. If I just agreed to go to our town we would never have been on that stupid motorway and I'd never had to be living in a place like this. I just wanted them to be happy. Happy? What is happy? I can tell you one thing, seeing your families severally dismembered bodies isn't. My older brother, he didn't have his seatbelt on because he wanted to move away from me, it was only for a joke but it cost him his life because then we crashed and I saw him, I saw his body being flung forward and his body went crashing through the windscreen. It should have been me! It should have been me, it should have, it should... "IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!"

I felt a tap on my shoulder and voice snapping me back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah just peachy. I should go, I should really be off now!" I quickly mumbled out and ran before I could make a bigger foul out of myself. I was a traumatised kid and I'll always remain like that. We can't help our emotions or what happens. The past is the past but why does it take so much to get over it? Why couldn't someone just wave a magic wand and everything shall be fine from then on? If that was the case then none of us would live with our guilts'.

When I got back into my room, I grabbed the CD player and tuned into the radio. Yesterday, a fifteen-year-old teenager from South Yorkshire was found dead in the school bathrooms too which she attended. She had been bullied for having two Dads and only two weeks earlier, her sixteen-year-old boyfriend also committed suicide. Both parents were previously in a rivalry and now both join together to grieve over the star-crossed lovers who have since been labelled as the modern-day "Romeo and Juliet". Police say that they are trying to find out why the two would come to this tragic ending-

"Depressing much? Any road... you might want to come on downstairs, some sorta announcement is being made" The same lass I had to share a room with came in and said. A feeling or maybe it was an instinct? I don't know what it actually was but it made me excited yet at the same time nervous and my anxiety rose all throughout my body. Yep, I am definitely one weird kid.

I ran a little so I could catch up towards the girl, I wouldn't want to get lost like the many other times. This seemed to be the biggest home I'd ever been placed in. It felt almost "packed" and it was as if everywhere you go there was going to be a whole bunch of people and in previous care homes, it was as if you had more privacy as many rooms were never used.

As we turned the corner once again, voices kept getting louder. Whispers spread out as gossip was being spread. I'm presuming they were wondering why we were all here and from what I've heard, this could be either one of two things. It was either about the "trip" or some body's in trouble, maybe even dead. Trust me, we were once gathered all together and I remember all the excited faces and then we were told someone died, the same day I was called out to find out that my old roommate was killed in a drug deal gone wrong. Another death I was left guilty about!