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My eyes tired from learning the PSRE test, I open them, life calling me out of my bed.

I say life, I mean my foster mum.

By now I've become used to the light reflecting around the room, and the buzzing in my ears. For once I feel things will only become better.

I slip into my uniform and head downstairs.

Remember, you need to be kind and friendly...

"Hi mum!" I shout, calling down the stairs.

"Hi darling, here's your breakfast." she says, sounding positive.

Ugh! I can't stand it when she calls me that. I need to be kind though - I need to be friendly.

"Thank you!"

I flash a false smile, trying to look appreciative as I sit at the table.

It all used to be boring. The walls were bare, the table was bare, the room in general was basically just emptiness. Apart from the many bodies that filled this place, all unwanted.

I can't believe for a second I thought I'd found my Mum. Somebody who actually would be by my side because they loved me, not for cash sent by fostering agencies.

Trudging into school, I glance around quickly, checking nobody is surrounding me. Cars rush past at fast speeds, children smirking at me as if mocking the fact I have to walk.

Okay, I shouldn't kid myself, they are laughing at me.

Arrival at school was the norm. Go to class early, pretend to have a social life, until the teacher offers you inside, out of sympathy.

Today's first lesson is maths, and I can't stand it. My brain just doesn't seem to work with numbers, they're too complex. Not to mention the brackets, they belong in English only!

Walking to next lesson, I bump into Ewan.

"Hi goofy." laughs Ewan, shoving me to the side.

"Go away."

"Ohh! Is our little Kacey upset?"

"Leave me alone!" I scream, slapping him hard across the face.

Ewan stumbles backwards, his mouth hung open. His hand flies to his now red and sore cheek, seeming to be surprised at my actions.

A teacher runs out of their classroom, and grabs me, dragging me backwards. I fight against her, trying to escape her grasp, but with no success.

I feel myself being pulled into a room, and the door being slammed in my face. All I can see is shelves of dull coloured books, papers, and randomly placed notes. A religious poster about Christianity stuck in front of me.

"What the hell were you doing?" questions Miss Shale, an angry expression plastered across her face.

"He was mocking me." I cry, suddenly falling onto her shoulder and starting to sob.

What the heck? I never do this sort of thing. I don't cry - I never cry. It means you lost, and I haven't, not yet.

I won't lose! I will win!

I pull away, wiping the tears from my face. I stare at her, confused as to why I let out my emotions.

"Kacey, I won't speak of this, if you promise to tell me if anything upsets you." she says honestly, staring directly into my eyes.

I nod, genuinely meaning it.

"There is something I have done, that may of gone wrong..."