Chapter 3

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As I barged into the office screaming things at a fast pace about how I leave for two months and they demolish my ever existence in this place, he grabbed me and held me gently by the shoulders, "hello, nice too see you too holly!" He shot out of his mouth, out his breathe, "now we've said that, let's discuss what we are going to do with you!"

I made a grumpy sigh and literally flopped into a chair. He said behind his desk and clasped his hands together giving me a familiar look.

"Do what you want. I don't care!" I huff, not giving in to his kindness. A little part of me wanted to hug him saying all how it's horrible and want to be back. However, I wasn't gonna be some third wheel who is so easily replaced.

Because around two months ago someone fostered me. They were aware I had a big mouth, strong opinion and struggling behaviour, but they still took me on board. I thought that was good, but when they gave me up because they couldn't handle me I lost so much respect for not just them, but people.

It hurt.. A lot.

It wasn't even so much that I loved them so much and couldn't bare to see them go, it was the problems they couldn't handle, to be honest, more like didn't want to. Apparently I was having trouble making friends at school.

That's not right. What really was the problem is a guy in particular makes it hell. He attempts to get everyone to not like me, but it's hard for him because he tries to hide the fact that he, should we say, 'bullies' me.

So he is very horrid not in public.

But in public the odd comment, or the inside insult is slipped in. He can get the class laughing at me, but when were alone it's worst.

"You don't care about what?" Charlie asked me. I snapped back and looked at him.

"Me!" I screamed at him and standing up and slamming my hands on the table.

You would think, in a highly important meeting such as this, charlie would have the common sense to lock the door.

A girl I remember not liking too much, walked in and swung her arm round my neck in a rough hug.

"Oh.. Welcome back!" She screeched, in a sarcastic tone.

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