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franks pov

“No frank! We can’t have some troubled angry violent kid in the house! Not to mention some kid who doesn’t talk!” Mum said over the top of my pleas and begs to adopt that Gerard kid and his brother mikey!

“He was the only one who didn’t look like he would beat me up, he liked misfits and black flag, he wore eyeliner, and just because he had got a bit angry when that horrid Paula had told us what was making you not want to adopt him… doesn’t mean he was any less of a person! And some people get nervous, wouldn’t you if someone came to look at you and see if you were good wnough, then if your not you go back in the pile! I don’t blame him for not talking!”

“Your mother has given you your answer frank, now don’t push it.” Steve said. Eugh sometimes I really hated him.

“Well you told me that I was allowed to help you choose! This is me helping you choose! Please mum!” I was trying really hard not to get angry here, although I felt very close to the edge at the moment.

“Well what about that sweet little Rosie person? She seemed lovely… and didn’t look like they would punch a wall if they got a little bit upset…” she said.

“FOR GODS SAKE MUM! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE IN A HOME, SINCE YOU WERE A BABY, AND THEN TO HAVE EVERY CHANCE YOU HAVE RUIEND BECAUSE SOME STUPID CARE LADY MAKES YOU TELL WHO EVER LIKES YOU THAT YOU ARE ANGRY AND BI POLAR? OR YOU GET NERVOUS AND DON’T TALK! I REALLY DON’T GET YOU! THINK ABOUT IT!” I shouted… I hadn’t meant to shout quite that loud…

“Frank! Don’t talk to your mother like that! How very dare you!” Steve said back.

“STEVE! WILL YOU JUST SHUT. UP! YOU REALLY DON’T AKE MY LIFE ANY NICER THAN IT ALREADY IS… IN FACT I THINK YOU MAKE IT WORSE! I HATE YOU!” I shouted before running out of the room and out the front door slamming it loudly behind me.

I ran down the winding roads stomping through stray puddles with my chunky doc. Martens. I knew where I was going.

In the whole of the world I had two friends. That was it.

Jade and ray. They were my only friends.

I ran down the familiar road and right up to jade’s doorstep not stopping despite my killer stich I had in my side. I rang the doorbell and got my breath back.

Jade answered the door and smiled, “hey Frankenstein! I thought you were busy today?” She said.

She was wearing her graffiti covered converse, a red and green stripy top and her favourite hand print trousers that she was inseparable from, and she had tied her electric blue (yes blue) hair into two loose pigtails on either side of her head.

“Yeah. But I got into an argument with mum and Steve, mind if I come in for a bit… I really cannot stand things at home.” I said blowing my fringe as I spoke.

“Yeah sure!”

I hope what I have said to them might change their minds.