I slammed the door in Lambchops blood covered face and rampaged out of the corpse filled bungalow with rage. I couldn’t believe he would do such a thing but after second, third and fourth thoughts I accepted it a something he’s pretty likely to do. As soon as I’m standing on the path with the chewing gum stuck to it like grey polka dots. After this I reach into my back pocket to get my mobile out but it wasn’t there. I don’t worry and instead I grab my MP3 out of my hoodie and fiddle with the earphones until they’re properly in my ears. I do this quite swiftly and sprint round the corner out of the dirty estate I had lived in for the past six months. Grubby little children stare at me but I don’t stop running. I speed up the small road that all the estates branch off from. I don’t stop once until I have reached the little park I used to go to when I was three or four. I remember my old foster parent, Steve, pushing me on the swing which creaked in time with the to and fro swaying. Win Butlers voice fills my heart with emotion as i listen to 'Intervention' by Arcade Fire once more while i walk briskly to the slide that sits on the wee green slope. before i can even say beutiful there is a beutiful girl sitting there, her knees sticking up and her arms wrapped round them loosely. i ignore her and sit down on the metalic sloping surface of the slide.suddenly ag great downpour dropped from the dark sky and my feelings becme less numb. it dawned on me that im never going to back there and my life will be changed forever once again. anger overcomes me, but i dont have the slightest clue why. i mean they werent my family were they? it puzzles me how they even had the idea to adopt me in the first place. i look round at the girl, the sides of her face are covered with chocolate brown hair and bold blue eyes. turnig my head again, i hear a mumble, 'must be her trying to talk to me' i say into myself. im not really in the mood for talking so i just press my thin index finger on the volume button and continue ignoreing her in peace. then Canon rock came on and i shake my head to the extatic giutar tune.
the thin, brown haired girl stared in amazement, probably not seeing the wires coming out of my hoodie. her facial expressions were confused nd befuddled twisted in with a of ' is he mad' kind of look. i just turn up the volume while she puts up a umbrella. stretching out my long lean legs i recline myself into a lying position and lay there as if i was dead. i wished i was dead. flowing rain water rolled down the slope of the slide but became absorbed by the thick fabric of my warm cosy hoodie. i wallowed like a pig in the water. she really thought i was a maniac. that was a good thing!
