The Dumping Ground, who loves me?

Heading for trouble

"I don't need a baby sitter you know," my eyes still fixtured on my bitten finger nails
"You do need someone looking after you, you're only 14"
"Hmmm, whatever. Can I go outside please, even if its in the garden?"
"Sure thing," she said with a small grin covering the whole of her tiny, squashed face
I walked to the door and entered the garden, only to notice Tracy walking behind me "eh can I help you?"
"Just doing my job"
"I huffed "and your job consist of listening to bossy fat bitches like Gina then does it?"
A blank face was looking back at me, "I don't know what you mean"
"you know full well what I mean, don't play that game with me, I heard her, whispering, telling you to follow me, not let me out of your sight"
"Wow, you've got incredible hearing and a vivid imagination"
"And you're a bitch but no ones complaining"
Tracy shook her head in disgrace "i'll pretend I didn't hear that shell I?"
I turned to look at her "is that a rhetorical question?"
She just ignored me and carried on looking around the garden
I opened my bag, Tracy watched me as soon as she heard the zip, eventfully after a minute of searching I found my lighter and fags, tracy's mouth was that wide open you could probably fit a lorry through it.
"carful you might catch flies" I said in a concerned manner
"You can't smoke, its against the rules.....and the law"
"Do I look like I give a shit?"
Tracy put her hand out flat, "if you give them to me now, I wont tell gina or mike and you wont get in trouble for it, failure to do so, will land you in deep trouble, now you don't want that do you?"
I put a ciggy in my mouth and held it between my lips "let me just have this one, I haven't had one in days" the cigarette rolling in my mouth as I spoke
Tracy attempted to grab it out my mouth but I dodge her "you can't, I wont let you"