The Dumping Ground, who loves me?

Elemtree house

"Elemtree fucking house," I said taking note of the massive wooden sign in the front of the house
"Errm, no shan, eltemtree house, there is no "fucking" in the middle of it," Steve, my care worker pointed out.
"Hmm, whatever" I huffed, as I began taking my baggage containing everything I have ever owned (being a care kid, not a lot obviously), to the front of the tired looking house
"And you are? "A grumpy smallish looking teenager, with jet black hair answered the door
"What's it to you slag?" I spat back, without thinking, great there goes my attitude yet again.
The girl took one step forward so she was inches away from my face, her breath smelt strongly of coffee "listen to me young lady, you better leave that attitude outside right now, do you even know who I am?"
"Hmmm impress me"
"Your worst nightmare, I'm your new social worker, my name is Tracy."
"What do you want me to do? Give you a pat on the back for telling me your name, or how about a sticker, you look like you've only just finished high school, how the fuck did you get a job here anyway?...wait I bet you're an ex care kid."
Tracy laughed a little "hmm im not even going to ask your name, ill call you miss attitude."
"Call me whatever you like sister, I aint staying in this shithole."
"Its rude to keep people waiting on a doorstep" a curly haired boy, pushed passed Tracy and began to looked at me up and down. His clothes looked like something a old golf man would wear.
"What you looking at, wanna a picture or something?" I shouted, chewing on the piece of gum that had been in my mouth for about 2 hours.
He ran inside
"whats wrong with that retard?" I couldn't help laughing at what a flipping muppet he looked
"hmm you better come inside."
"MIKE the new girls arrived," she shouted as I entered the house
Steve went to grab one of my bags but I slapped his hand away "touch it and you won't have a hand to wank with tonight, understood twat?"