(The picture is Bindi Irwin)
***Next Day***
Today I woke up to the oh so lovely sound of girls whining about their hair and make-up. Geez when will they get an effing life?
"Hey Hannah did you sleep well?" one of the less vain and barley standable girls asked me.
"Yeah but tomorrow if I wake up the sane way let's just say not everyone will be looking the same. And just to let you know I have more ways than one to get you back," I grabbed an apple and left.
" That bitch who does she think she is strolling round like that? Also her voice sounds like she hasn't talked for about a year!" Stella stage whispers. God she's a festive mean come on one year more like two!
"I can still hear you but than a gain I guess that was the not so subtle plan wasn't it,"I stage whispers back. Funny.
I go to my room put on some black cords, a white shirt and a checked blouse. For extra cover I put on a zippy jumper that reads Bite Me. I pull on black combat boots and 50 bangles. I need that much to hide the cuts on my wrists.
As I walk back down the stairs everyone looks at me in shock. What.
"What are you wearing," Linda the shows manager asked me.
" Well last time I checked I was wearing this foreign thing to the girls here. It's a nice warm thing called cloths," I tell her.
The girls gasp, again. The boys snigger, again and I smirk, maybe not again can't really remember what I did yesterday.
I walked to the front of the room and put in Spirit Stallion of the Cinimara. (A/N Those of you who don't know this movie it a animation about a horse kidnapped to be tamed and used, but is fighting to free himself and the other horses. It is the best movie ever.)
"I don't know this movie," someone says.
"I know," is the only thing I can say before the movies starts. Of course as always just at the point where Spirit(the horse) is about to give up I cry. Sound the Bugle Now by Bryan Adams comes on to play along to this part. I sing along softly pausing to sniffle very now and again. At the end of the song Spirit has found hope and I'm happy again.
I'm quiet emotional in case you didn't gather.
***Lunch Time***
After seeing how much the other girls eat I decided to drop the anorexic act for the time.I grabbed two chocolate muffins, a chocolate bar, chocolate milkshake, pasta and sause and I've bun.Hey I like junk do us deal with it. Before I'm left the kitchen I also grabbed a handful of pretzels and a bag of crisps(chips).
The girls gaped at me.
"What cat got your tounge? Well make sure it least go quickly because a few thousand flies might fly in," I sassed.
One Direction decided to grace us with their presence. Gabriela, Stella's right hand woman nearly fainted when she saw them with bed hair. Excel the vain one who looked like he spent nearly the same amount of time as the other girls had.
"Oh hallelujah One Direction decided against all odds that they would grace us with their grand presence on this rainy, wet, miserable day," I put my hands together and clapped. Sarcasm dripped from each word.
"Hannah, you have a lot of post," one said ignoring my remark.
I did as well.
Shit. That was the only though I had when I read it. Basically there was at lest one letter from each of my past abusers telling me they now knew where I lived, for the time. A few hate mail telling me to get along better with everyone and that I don't deserve to be there. Tell me about it.
Unfortunately, my window was locked and the tree was to far away to climb onto from my balcony. Yes I know I have a balcony!! I also have 10 walk in wardrobes, no idea why I need 10 I only use one. They are all continuing so I don't have ten doors only 1. I also have a fully kitted out bathroom, with a juzzi bath!
The only way I can escape is literally through the front door. Hopefully, I can find the key soon.
Of course as soon as I started looking everyone came into the lounge. Damn.
"Any reason in particular you were searching for probably the front door key?" Jerry asked me.
"Yep," I replied.
"Your not going to tell me what are you?" He sighed.
"Why wouldn't think that? I mean your right but I'm offended that you would jump to conclusions," I told him.
The phone rang.
"Hannah it's for you," a one direction boy told me.
Since the letters I knew not to go straight to the phone.
"What's the person's name?" I asked.
"A Maggie Black," he told me.
"What does she sound like?" I asked.
"man like," he said.
Not Maggie then, she has a tinkering voice.
"Tell her I'm okay and that I'll phone later" I whispered.
"Perdantic much?" he asked.
You don't know the half of it I thought.
"You don't know the half of it," I reigned thinking my thoughts.
"Hannah, she said something about being you foster home mother. What does she mean by that?" He asked
"it means she's lying," I lied.
***Dinner***
"People eat quickly, in two minutes we are live and then your going to bed go it?" Jerry told us at the dinner table.
"Can you postpone that? Hannah has to phone home," the boy asked.
"Of course just make it quick Hannah," he nodded at me.
Shit.
"No really it's okay," I blurted out.
"No Hannah you need to phone home," Jerry explained.
"I don't have a home," I mumbled.
I excused myself and dialed the orphanage's number.
" Hello, Maggie speaking," Maggie answered.
"Hey, it's me Hannah. You have to get me out of here. I received letters today from all of them! Maggie I'm scared. One even mentioned Sophie. Please het me off this show. I can't protect her anymore. I need... h....he...help," I begged.
"Honey, it'll be okay you'll see look I'll see what I can do fir the mean time stay with everyone. Don't stay home or go out alone. You might need protection and to protect them," she advised.
" Thanks, I've got to go now," I said.
"done?"Jerry asked when I walked back in.
I nodded my head.
"Well in that case , let the games begin," he smiled welcoming the show.
