Sometimes it's better to be alone, that way no one can hurt you.

Smiles And Winks.

At the "dumping ground", I had my own room because I felt odd around some of the people around me. I spent most of my time in there when I could, you know when I didn't have school, and it was great. I had books, my phone games and a tv. Every now and then, I would go into Carmen, Tee and Lily's room and have a girly chat or I would go into Liam's room and play Fifa with him. As much as I tried, I could never beat him! It was great having a challenge facing up to you. It makes you feel strong.

PRESENT TENSE.
On the door I heard a loud knock.
"Who is it?" I called.
"Guess Jacks!" A voice called back. Straight away I knew it was Liam. I never answered back so he just burst in. It was 5:00 in the evening, what did Liam want? It must be important if he couldn't wait.

"Jacky, I need to talk to you." This is a phrase I hated. You never know whether it is going to be a good thing or a bad thing. I told Liam to come and sit on my bed next to me and he did so with no hesitation. I was wearing a pair of pink, stripy shorts and a white jumper with pink writing on it saying, "Be cosy with me". Liam sat only a few inches away from my tanned legs and he looked up at my make-up less face.
"I'm sorry about the natural face, I just can't be bothered," I said covering my face with both hands.
"Don't worry you look great," Liam replied with a nice, gentle tone. I smiled, feeling my cheeks blushing.

"Anyway, what do you want to tell me?" I asked really impatient.
"I have been meaning to do this for a long time, but I have never known how to say it to you. But, I should get over with it. Basically, I really like you. Like "like like" you," Liam said looking down. I had only ever thought of Liam as a close friend, but these last couple of weeks, I have sensed something about him that was different. A good difference though. I noticed the way he acted different around me and how he secretly flashed me his cute, little grin or the way I'd catch him staring at me from metres away, me looking up, only to watch him turn away in embarrassment, his cheeks burning Crimson.

However, something told me that he was having it on with me. Not only was Liam doing this, but I'd sometimes catch Johnny eyeing me up too. Why would they both do that? I know that they are great friends, but surely they'd know about my past and know how sensitive these things make me.

I want to be seen as more than my past, not just for some afraid person who can't stand up for herself. I just want someone there who understands me, knows how to make me laugh when I'm down. But we all know that these scenarios are cliché and we'd all be having a miracle if they happened to us. In reality, the majority of relationships is where one person is head over heels for the other, whilst the other has no sense of love at all. Everyone gets their heart broken or at least hurt by someone who means the world to them. Like the saying goes: "Sometimes it's better to be alone, that way no one can hurt you."