I'm Katie, a 15 year old girl, my life is boring and i live in village the size of pea, yes that small.
I have 3 really close friends, Emily, Lucy and Olivia. I'd been friends with them all for over 5 years now, and no one realised how close we all were.
We weren't very popular in school, kind of the girls that people avoided like poo in the middle of the street, trying to avoid it any was humanly possible.
We all lived close to each other, at least 2-5 minutes which was good, we could see each other all the time after school and on weekends, i mean most of the people at school went to town. They didn't buy anything, just walked around and talked, us four will never understand that.
The advantages of us all living in this small village meant that we couldn't bump into people we didn't like at school, which is about 99%.
When we hung around with each other we either stayed in each others houses, or just hung round on the street corners, not like gangs of youths with knifes, just a small group of girls stuffing their faces with chocolate, sweets, anything we could afford at the little corner shops.
Most of the people living here knew us well, they know we wouldn't go robbing shops, smoking, littering, things that you would expect teenagers to do, everyone including us know we're not like that, and will never be.
A deafening knock on my bedroom door caused me to wake up from my day dreaming and focus on reality, and reality was that my foster parents were about to knock my door down.
When i was just a year old, my mum decided to abandon me, she was a single parent and was in so much money problems at the time, i don't really blame her because she made sure i would stay with a loving, caring family, one that could provide what she couldn't.
When i was 10 years old i was told i had been fostered, my foster parents let me stay for longer than they should, but that's because we'd all bonded with each other, as soon as they told me they were'nt my real parents, that's when i started my search, i've tried millions of times to find out who my mum is, but all my tries have failed, so for now, i guess you could say i've kind of given up.
Maybe fate will bring me to my mum in later life
I walked over to the door and let in my foster dad, people thought it was strange that i didn't call them by the first names, i just said either mum or dad, i mean that's what i'd been calling them for years, because i actually believed it
As soon as the door clicked to open, the smell of pancakes hit me like a ton of bricks, i inhaled as much as i could and smiled as i saw my foster dads face
"Anyone fancy pancakes in bed?" he smiled
"Yes yes yes! Thanks dad" i beamed
He handed me the pancakes then left quickly, i could hear my foster mum shouting him from downstairs, she may be small for a 30-40 year old woman, but god, could she shout when she felt like it
I'd devoured the pancakes in a minute flat, yes, as weird as it may seem, i always time how long it takes me to eat pancakes, my and Emily had battles over who could do it the fastest, and you know what they say, practise makes perfect!….Even though i had no chance in beating her, i could always try
Today was Wednesday, and right now, it was the first week of the summer holidays, after all of the coursework we had completed at school, now we finally had a break, and not just a little week, a full 6 weeks, i couldn't wait for what was in store for me
I decided i should go downstairs and wash my plate, mum hates it when i leave it in my room then forget about it for days, i happily skipped down the stairs in my fluffy pink dressing gown, the pancakes giving me some new found energy
