Chapter 2:

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"Savannah! Get here now." Screamed my mother, "HOW DARE YOU LISTEN INTO OUR CONVERSATION!?" she screamed.

Just as she finished yelling my younger siblings started to cry and my mother slapped me across the face. "Now look what you have done!" She spat at me. The social worker looked at me and told me to collect mine and my siblings belongings. I did as I was told and ran upstairs to pack, While I was packing some of the stuff I had managed to unpack earlier I saw a picture of me and my best friend at a my chemical romance concert, We both had Massive grins on our faces and you could see Gerard singing next to ray while frank was playing next to mikey. The whole band was in view of the picture. I loved the picture; it was one of my favourite things. I packed everything up and carried it down stairs to the social workers car.

As I sat in the car waiting for my mother to sign some paperwork I got my iPod out and started listening to kill the Dj by Green day.

Walkin' after dark In the New York City park

Your thoughts are so unholy

In the holiness of old

On with Christian soldiers

Filled with diamond mind control

The blood left on the dance floor runnin' runnin' red

The bullet that you asked for

killin' you to death

Unless You

Someone Kill The DJ.

Shoot The Fuckin' DJ

Someone Kill The DJ

.Shoot The Fuckin' DJ

Someone Kill The DJ.

Shoot The Fuckin' DJ

Voices in my head are saying

"Shoot that fucker down!"

I had started singing along when the social worker came out and got in the car, "You have an amazing voice, you should sing sometime." She stated I just looked at her with confusion "I have a crap voice so I won't be singing" I snapped.

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