BAD BOY ACROSS THE WORLD

CHAPTER ELEVEN PART 1

"Diane, well done, this has got to be the test score you have gotten in my class" the same speech was made to me for the third time in the same day. I was proud, I really was being able to get all these A*'s but I was getting bored of teachers not understanding I just needed to refresh my mind with all the facts about the specific subject. Ever since I had left home with Janelle, my teachers have been on my back knowing that I'm getting a proper education with a home I know I can return to knowing that nothing is going to happen.

Let me rewind to this morning.

"Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane...Diane" the familiar voice that played through my mind while I was at the hospital, played through my mind once again. This time though, it was my alarm also known as my social worker Janelle. I've gotten used to not setting an alarm because she always comes in five minutes before it goes off and lies about the time.

My eyes fluttered open instantly regretting it as the light hit my eyes almost blinding me. Today she'd chosen to push open the blinds open before waking me up because she knows that's the only way I'll wake up every day. "Give me like five more minutes" I yawned pulling the blankets over my face so I can enjoy the warmth the covers were providing me. I didn't want to get up today knowing I was getting quite a few results including my final drama grade, the real one. We normally do it before the rest because it takes a lot longer.

Only five minutes later the same voice played through my ears. Janelle was not going to stop anytime soon so I gave up with her and stood up to get ready for the day I have at school today. I was happy to be going to find out exactly how much I've improved, but even you're someone like me, you've already disappointed so many people you just don't want to do it again. That's just the beginning of how I felt. It's amazing how much my life has changed and I'm still able to stand tall and sink everything in.

My feet guided me to the bathroom door where I walked in. It was the same every day now. Wake up, take a shower, do my hair, get changed, wat breakfast and then leave. Normally you'd find it easy to do all those things seeing as you've done them so many times. With me, it just gets boring and now understand why a change is always good. It's why my grandparents always travelled, the thought that if something bad actually happened, they'd find it easy to get away in a split second.

After putting on the outfit I had memorized, I walked downstairs to see Janelle sat down on the counter watching how her boyfriend managed to stand in front of the stove and make pancakes. We could say Janelle is the worst cook in the world but that's a bit sad and it's kind of an understatement. She tried to impress me in the morning once but that led to a massive fire at five in the morning. The only good that came out of it was not having to go to school, the doctor told me I was going to need to stay in the hospital as they run some tests. It wasn't a fun experience but I was fine with it.

"Morning Jake" I smiled to the man who had accepted the fact that I live here. He always treated me with care as if I'd break I'd he didn't. At first it got to me but then I looked at it from his eyes and I understood he was only trying to be there for me because everyone else seems to escape someway. My mum had that key though and she's the one playing with I it. She was the one that knew what's right for me and that's why she's pushing everyone away from me.

"Good morning Diane" his Australian accent swirled around his words as he spoke. It gave him an unfair chance. Girls loved accents and that's probably why Janelle is left swooning behind him or in front of him once he's finished taking. It's like a trap, if you don't stay away you're just going to be another victim in the murder case. I'd say Mr being American meant that I hardly speak any different to everyone but apparently I stay uncorrected.