I walked to the sound of my own thoughts, I had only been in school two days and I have already made a close friend but also 5 enemies. I felt guilty for just leaving Tom like that, but I knew this time I just needed to look after myself and my sisters. It didn’t take long for me to see one of the five girls, it was one of the girls that I didn’t know the name of. She was with a boy, he was tall, muscular and handsome looking. I decided the best thing to do would be to hide until they passed. They were just stood there standing for a while but then, suddenly, out of the blue she slapped him.
“You bitch!” He screamed at her. He grabbed her arm and twisted it around her back. My heart was beating out of my chest, I knew she had done wrong for me but no girl deserves a beating from a man. He pushed her over so her cheek smacked against the hard concrete floor, her cheek poured with blood. She cried, helpless screams of pain and hurt. He walked away, just left her there on her own, bleeding on the floor. I didn’t think I rushed out to her and picked her up. She didn’t notice it was me at first, until I spoke.
“WHY DID HE DO THAT?!” I screamed, I had witnessed violence in my life but this was different, one minute they looked so happy the next he was hurting her. She looked at me then wiped the tears of her face.
“Just get away from me you skinny little bitch I hate you. My life has NOTHING to do with you!” She screamed in my face. She raised her fist, I cowered down and protected my face with my hand. I couldn’t control it but a tear rolled down my cheek. She lowered her arm.
“I…I’m sorry.” She said. I didn’t answer just put her arm around my shoulder just like Tom did to me and placed he on a bench.
“Where do you live?” I asked. She looked up at me, right in the eyes.
“I live in a foster home,” She answered, her head lowered.
“What is a foster home?” I was confused but she smiled. That was the first time I saw her smile, it wasn’t a smile of happiness but a smile of sympathy. She explained what it was, in that moment I forgot what had happen just hour before and I felt as if I had a connection with her. She must have known how it felt to lose your parents, I felt as if I could trust her.
“I lost my parents too…my father died when I was a baby so I don’t remember him but my mother died 3 years ago, when I was 13 and I was close to her so I miss her everyday.” Again I was pouring my heart out to somebody I barely knew.
“So that’s why you got so upset with Eleanor today.” She said looking guilty. I nodded, I could tell she really wasn’t the girl I thought she was.
“Wait a minute,” She said “If you don’t have any parent and you don’t know what a foster home is then… where are you sleeping?!” She asked. My brain raced through thoughts, imagining all different stories I could tell, but none were believable.
“This morning…” She went on “You were soaking,” I could see her mind racing, the realisation on her face said it all, she knew.
“ When I moved from Af…” I tried to speak but she interrupted
“You moved from Africa...You…..YOU’RE HOMELESS!” She shrieked. That was it I was found out, me and my sister were doomed now. My sisters are going to kill me!
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