Samantha's Time At The Dumping Ground (Rick Barber) |Book 1|

•Chapter 1: Arriving

•Chapter 1: Arriving

Sam's POV

"So raise your glass if you wrong in all the right ways. All my under dogs." I sang along to the chorus to P!nk's 'Raise your glass' as I looked outside the car window, "We will never be never be anything but loud...".

I was on my way to a new care home called Elm Tree House where I've been moved to because I caused to much grief. I don't cause grief.....most of the time. But the grief I caused was apparently putting glue and feathers in buckets, hanging them form the ceiling tiles in the office and when my old care workers walked into the room the buckets emptied straight on their heads. People have done way worst there but they have never been moved.

After the song had finished I took out my headphones and looked at the time. Me and my care worker, Claire, had been in the car for 1 hour and 30 minutes. Instead of being a normal kid and saying 'are we there yet' I asked my Claire, "how much longer is gonna be?".

"About 10 minutes" she answered quickly.

"Are you mad with me?" I asked a bit scared as Claire was like an older sister to me as she had been my care worker since my mum dumped me in the care system.

"No, just a bit disappointed that's all" she said looking in the mirror to look at me and then smiled. "But I have to admit even though you ain't the smartest girl out there, you sure can come up with funny pranks" she added chuckling.

"Thanks" I said while smiling back, then putting my headphones back in. At that moment the song 'family portrait' started playing by P!nk. This song always related to me because the of my past. Mum fighting with my older brother all time says he's the fault dad left when I was born. I've never met my dad and my mum was always drunk so my brother was only one that cared about me. While I listened I looked at the window of Claire's blue mini. Scenery passing by while I whispered along to the lyrics of the song, "It ain't easy growing up in world war three". By the end of the song I didn't realise that we had stopped and Claire had turned around to talk to me.

"You alright Sam?" she asked after I had takes my headphones out of my ears and was wrapping them around my iPod touch.

"Yeah. Why?" I asked putting the iPod in my backpack.

"Your crying" she said. I felt my cheek and I had been crying.

"Oh" I said wiping the tears away. Good thing I don't wear makeup.

"I'm fine don't worry. I was just thinking about some stuff."

Claire gave me a knowing smile and got out the car.

I followed her and got out of the car too. As soon as I got out the car I looked at the building. It look nice. No broken windows. No keep out signs. But it was very quiet. I looked up and saw lots of kids at the window looking at me. I put my head down and walked to back of the car to Claire.

"Claire?" I said in a small voice.

"Yeah" she said turning around and looking at me, "what's wrong?" She knelt down to be the same size as me as I'm small for my age.

"All of the kids were at the window and were looking at me. What if it happens again?" I asked referring to the time when I was four and went to my first care home and got moved within a week to my another care home which was my last care home because I was bullied by the older kids by what I looked like on my first day as I only just got away from 'mum'. She shouldn't even be called mum by the way they treated me.

"Don't worry, it won't. First of all, you are wearing lovely clothes, not horrible clothes from your so called mum" she said rolling her eyes earning a laugh from me. "And this place can help anyone from what I've heard and also I've heard the children here are lovely, so don't worry. Ok" added looking in my eyes. I nodded my head and helped Claire with my bags.

'Time to face the music' I thought turning round and followed Claire to door with my head down. Hope everything goes well.

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