Beauty's Not Everything - But Sometime's It Helps (Originally Called

New Life : Chapter Three

A Few Weeks Had Gone By And I Was Still In A State Of Shock. Barry Said He's Not Going To Get My Window Fixed Either.

It Was A Friday Afternoon And I Was Sat In The Ratty Sofa Watching The News With Like 4 Others That I Could Say DIDN'T Hate Me. I Fiddled With My Fingers, Not Making Eye Contact With Anyone In The Room - I Still Hadn't Got Used To Their Presence. I Had However Found Out A Lot About Them And Studied Their Personality's.

Gemma: She Was Your Typical Pretty Girl. Half Ghanian, Half German. Sometimes I Wondered Why She Was Here... What Un-Healthy Soul Would Want To Give Her Away?

Anyways There Weren't Really Any Downsides To Her, Just If Weren't Her Friend, You Were Her Enemy - Simple. And Being Gemma's "Enemy" Wasn't Something She'd Take Lightly. I Remember One Girl She Got Into A Disagreement With Her. Gemma Would Make Hurtful Comments To Her Every So Often, Then One Day She Went Missing. No Goodbye Letter, No Trace - Nothing.

Tristan: He Was Intimidating: Point Blank. I Didn't Like The Way He Looked At Me. I Didn't Like The Way He Walked. I Didn't Like The Way He Always Wore His Hat Then Rolled It Up A Bit. I Didn't Like The Way He Talked To People, Especially Barry. He Always Looked Scared When Tristan Was Talking To Him. The Funny Thing With Him (Tristan) Was He Actually Tried To Be A Friend/Nice To Me. When He First Came He Used To Try And Talk To Me And I Would Try My Best To Talk Back, But Nothing Came Out. Then As He Became Familiar With The People In School He Changed. He Began To Walk Different, Talk Different - He Just Does All The Things I Thought Were Intimidating. But He Will Still Try Hello Every So Often. It's Just Now It's In The Form Of A Nod. Even Now I Don't Know How To React, I Just Stare Wildly.

And Then There Was Colby...

If I Were To Describe Him, And Tell You Everything I Loved About Him I Would Need A Notebook The Length And Width Of The River Severn. He Was Just Too Overwhelming For Words. Just With Him On The Mind Would Send Me Into Deep... DEEP Thoughts. But It Would Leave Me With The Un-confidence And Paranoia Of..... Myself? I'll Admit To You Now - I Do Like Him. But Clearly There's No Point In Even Trying.. Not That I Do.

Everyone Else In This Place Is Either Not Worth Talking About, Or I Haven't Studied Them That Much.

"Come Get Your Dinner You Lot" I Heard The Cook Call Out. Every One Looked At Each Other, Then One By One They Stood Up And Walked Out The Room. I Was Last To Stand And As I Walked To The Door Tristan Walked In Front Of Me And Closed It. I Looked Up At Him Startled. He Leaned Against The Door And Looked At Me.

"One Man Wanted Me To Give You Dis" A Blue Plastic Carrier Bag Was Thrusted In My Face. I Stepped Back.

"Take It Den" His Voice Seemed To Boom Across The Room Even Though He Was Speaking In A Slight Whisper. I Took The Bag From Him.

"Your Always Lookin' Scared Man... Smile" He Chuckled And Left The Room.

What "Man" Wanted Him To Give Me This? I Shuffled Out The Living Room, About To Retreat To My Own When Someone Felt The Need To Call My Name.

"Oi Roshawna! Ain't You Gunna Eat?" They Said. I Think That Was Tristan.

"I'm Not Hungry.." My Voice Came Out Frail And Shaky. Argh, This Why Im So Reluctant To Talk! Murmuring Began To Fill The Kitchen. I Could Make Out A Few Things That Were Being Said:

"Fuck Her Man, She Never Eats. That's Why She's So Skinny"

"Aliee, Come Like A Fucking Pole!"

"Loww Her Man. She Might Have A Disorder Or Something"

"Or She Might Just Be Drepressed Init. You Already Know What Life's Like For Us - We Don't Know What She's Going Through"

"Life Must Be Peak For Her Doe... Having To Walk On Street Looking Like A Pit-bull!"

*LOUD LAUGHTER*

My Heart Faltered. Although I Didn't Know Exactly What They Were Saying, I Didn't Need To.

They Hated Me...

I Glided Up My Stairs And Slammed My Bedroom Door Shut.

"See What You Done! You Lot Are Badmind!" Shouts Echoed In My Ear From Downstairs. I Locked The Door And Slid Down It. Tears Were Already Printed On My Face. Footsteps Ascended The Stairs And A Soft Knock On The Door Soon Followed.

"Roshawna?" Gemma Called Out. I Kept Silent.

"Roshawna, I'm Sorry For What They Was Saying..." She Said. Still I Uttered Not A Word.

"There All Pricks Man. Don't Let What There Saying Get To You..." She Persisted. I Sniffled A Tiny Amount. I Think I Blew My Cover Because I Could Feel Her Slip Down The Door And Rest Right Behind Me.

"I Know Your Behind The Door..." I Could Sense A Hint Of Laughter In Her Voice, But I Chose To Ignore It.

And Her.

I Still Had The Carrier Bag In My Hand But I Wasn't Too Sure If I Wanted To Open It. I Sighed And Placed It On My Lap. I Could Still Hear Her Rambling On About Something, But Still I Listen Not. I Unwrapped The Bag And Emptied The Content Onto The Floor. All It Had Were Strips Of Paper... And An Envelope. I Laid My Hands On It And Retrieved The Letter Inside.... :

Roshawna,

Your Special; Don't Let Anyone Tell You Different.

That Day I Walked In On Your Foster Carer Beating You... The Day I First Met You.

It Shook Me Mentally And Physically -I Can't Even Express To You How Angry It Made Me.

I Promise You This; I'm Getting You Out.

Your Have No Confidence - I Can See It In Your Eyes.

I Wanna Help You, I Wanna Make You Happy.

No One Should Have To Go Through What You Do.

Tonight At 3am I'm Breaking You Out.

Pack Your Stuff..

Can't Wait To See You Again...

My Head Was Spinning, The Oxygen In My Lungs Tasted Of Fear.

Was I Being Stalked Or Had God Sent Me A Guardian?

I Jumped Onto My Feet And Ran Over To The Clock To Check The Time. Okay, It's 8pm Now.

Should I Do It? Should I Let A Complete Stranger Take Me Away?

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