The Dumping Ground

I stepped out of the car, Elm Tree House glared down at me, my third Carehome this year, and it was January.

Feeling the gravel crunching beneath my feet, I gritted my teeth and walked forwards. A man rushed out and took my case out of the little black car's boot,I snatched it from him and grabbed my other bag. A face popped up from a window, the top floor, it was a little boy, blonde hair and blue eyes. He brought a little toy giraffe onto the window and sat him on the sill. I rolled my eyes, what sort of a mad house was I in this time? I stepped in through the huge front door and dropped my bag, some kids were gathered round on a sofa, dome peeking through rails on the stairs. The man came and stood next to me and the children scurried off down the hall.

"I'm Mike," He said,

"I know..." I said as he led me upstairs, he walked past lots of doors until we got to a room with a door next to it, music was blaring from under the door of one of the rooms.

"Liam!" Mike yelled, "Turn that racket down!" He screeched. the music turned up, Mike rolled his eyes and led me to the other room, it was huge! And by the looks, i had no room mate! I walked in and relised it was pink. Mike saw the disappointed look on my face and said, "We can paint it if you like?" I nodded and he left me to unpack.

I placed my clothes in the drawers and put my stuff on the shelves. Then i picked up my other bag and took out my punching bag, 20 minutes later I'd hung it up. Then I took my guitar case and placed my guitar in the corner. I stood back and nodded to myself. Suddenly the music next door stopped and my bedroom door was flung open, a boy, about my age, with brown hair walked in, he looked around,

"I like what yas done with the place..." I raised my eyebrow, he smiled and stuck his hand out, "Liam, Liam O'Donovan." He says flatly, I shake his hand. He looks at me expectantly. I smirk.

"Names Tori Finch." I say, I stand glaring at him, he doent even flinch,

"You coming to meet the others?" He asks, motioning down the hall,

"N-" I hestitate and smile, "Ok!" I follow him down, closing the door behind me. We walk past closed, and opened doors. We reach the top of the stairs and the little boy jumps around a corner, holding his giraffe toy.

"Liam!" He shouts.

"Well, I guess we have to start somewhere." Liam shrugs. "This is Harry..." He says,

"Hiya new girl!" I clench my fists, I hate being called that.

"I'm Tori..." I growl. He pokes the giraffe in my face,

"This is Jeff!" He says, I shove Jeff away and Harry holds Jeff's head to his ear, "Jeff doesn't like you!" He says. Then a girl with crazily frizzy hair runs out of a door.

"Harry, what are you doing?" she says, then she sees me. She grabs Harry's hand and stalks back into the room.

"That's Sapphire!" said Liam. We walked down the stairs, we walked down the hall and stepped into a room with big stained glass windows facing the hall. I took a look around and saw the faces of my new house mates...