" Megan, the driver is waiting. I'm sure John and David want you gone by the time the get home from work!" my social worker, Bonnie bellows from the lime green kitchen I've had to put up with for god knows how long! I stare down at my endless piles of junk and clothes piled on top my lumpy bed and tried to imagine how it would all fit in tiny overnight bag. I'm being moved on again, for the 3 time in 4 months! 1 month I'm in Scotland, next I'm in London! I don't know weather I'm coming or going nowadays, but, it is my fault really. If I really dig deep, I might know why I'm always kicked out of a house when ever my 'new family' has the chance. I remember the last I had a gay carer, I started kissing Sara, my big, pink teddy untill I got caught in th act and asked what on earth I was doing, my answer to that was:
" I'm being you, except I'm a lessy! How do you and Mark, you know, do something in bed with each other? 'Cos I mean your both men!" then I plastered a great big 'totally your fault' smile on my face. That was my sort of my act back then, but now I've fully matured - apart from when Milly Mustard (and yes, that Is her real name) wandered up to me and gave me a headache by lecturing me on how I'm such a lonely, unloved child - she was such a pain in the neck that I really hit her hard, and she fell to the ground, hit her head and turned out to be the neighbors granddaughter. That's why I'm leaving today.