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Scarlett Stanton sighed and cocked her head to one side as she stared at the reflection looking back at her in the full length mirror. Her worn and faded school uniform hung off her thin frame and her medium length natural light blonde hair hung loosely at her shoulders.

It was a Monday morning, the worst part of any week. After two days of relaxing and the occasional bit of coursework 8am on Monday had arrived forcing Scarlett to climb out of her warm bed and throw on her much hated school uniform. Her white polo shirt collar stuck out from beneath her regulated dark blue sweatshirt with the school logo on. Her knee-length black skirt flared at her knees revealing her long legs. She ran her old hairbrush through her soft blonde hair and replaced it on the chipped and dis-coloured dresser.

She looked round at the bright yellow walls, a colour chosen by the previous inhabitant, and sighed once again. Ever since she moved here she had tried to work out why anyone would want to paint their bedroom, their once place to escape from the world, such a disgusting colour of yellow. The cream carpet made the room look even more horrible, such a shame she had been assigned this room when she had moved to Holystone Children’s Home 10 months ago.

Scarlett had been in foster care since she could remember. She had been shifted around the country more times than she had had hot dinners. Newcastle, Manchester, Liverpool and everywhere else until she had finally ended up here at Holystone Foster Home in the grand old city of London.

She cursed, remembering she was supposed to meet with a potential new family after school, set up by her social worker Yvonne. She didn’t even know why she bothered it was always the same old story. After the meet and greet they would make up some crap about how ‘she wasn’t right for their family’ or if she was really unlucky, which most of the time she was, she would be fostered and within a week they would be returning her because she ‘didn’t fit in’ and she would be left, like some kind of piece of clothing that was faulty. It was easier for the younger kids- honestly who would want a moody 17 year old for a foster daughter?

So here she was, in a putrid coloured yellow room, on a Monday morning dreading the day of lessons that lay ahead of her. She picked up her plain white schoolbag and consulted her timetable again. She groaned at seeing double physics followed by biology.

Scarlett turned when she heard her bedroom door creak open. She smiled when she saw the handsome head of her boyfriend, Deacon, poke round the door and smile warmly at her. Deacon was the only steady thing in her life, dating for 9 out of the 10 months she had been here Deacon was the perfect boyfriend. The only person that hadn’t abandoned her. The only person she could truly trust.

“Hey Gorgeous” he said as he shut the door behind him and headed towards her, a smile fixed on his face.

“Hey Handsome” she replied. He placed his hands on her hips and brushed his lips onto hers. He pushed down the material of her skirt a little and began drawing patterns in her skin with his thumbs. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck and began playing with the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck. She pulled away after a moment and rested her head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. It was amazing the effect he had on her like no matter what she was going through one kiss from him could make her feel safe, safer than she had ever felt in her life.

He pulled away from her and flopped down onto her bed and smirked at her as he placed his well toned arms behind his head. Deacon was somewhat of an Adonis. Dark brown hair against naturally tanned skin, his dad was Italian, and the most amazing cerulean blue eyes that looked even brighter against his tanned skin. The perfect contrast to her very light blonde hair, bright green eyed, English rose complexion self. As usual she couldn’t help but check out his perfect abs and pecks from beneath his school uniform. Deacon was a football player by nature, one day he hoped to become professional. He was so gifted at it, the way he could make the ball go anywhere with his magic right foot he could make any pitch come alive and this was only high school football. He had been spotted many times by different teams and had been given trials to join the reserve team but unfortunately he had been turned down, but it would happen one day she was sure of it.

“Come here and give your boyfriend some love” he laughed. Scarlett rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed next to him. He reached up and stroked her arm through her sweatshirt.

“Wanna come out tonight?” he questioned as he pulled her closer.

“Can’t, I’ve got another meeting with a family that will undoubtedly return me within a week” she sighed.

“Hey!” he said raising his eyebrows “if you think that way it will happen that way. Besides anyone that doesn’t think you fit into their family must need a good kick” he said in his strong cockney accent.

“Hmm” she agreed half-heartedly “Oh I forgot how did your trial go?” she asked

“Same as usual, build up my skill a bit more and come back in a year” he said sadly. “I don’t know why I even bother, its never going to happen”

“If you think that way it will happen that way” she mimicked his words making them both chuckle lightly. “It’ll happen eventually you just need to keep trying” she said patting his knee supportively.

“Yeah and then I can give you everything you deserve” he said. Deacon was from a middle class family, both parents present and correct, he wasn’t poor and he wasn’t stinking rich. He went to a different school to Scarlett, He attended St. John’s high school, a school with remarkably good GCSE scores and a whole host of pupils, the waiting list was a mile long. Scarlett meanwhile, along with the rest of the residents at Holystone, attended George Rockwell high, a school where the kids that had been kicked out of more respectable schools went and where all the Holystone kids went. It was no secret that children of George Rockwell high school were looked down on in the community and it wasn’t really a surprise. It was really the same as any other high school, the groups populars, art freaks, the ones that people knew but didn’t talk about because they weren’t worth a mention and the people who were looked down on, even in George R, the Holystone Kids. Being made fun of, and having the piss taken out of them was an everyday occurrence for the likes of Scarlett and she had gotten used to it. Deacon was the most popular boy in school in his high school while Scarlett was just an object of amusement, in fact the only reason she hadn’t been given a good kicking already was because she was Deacon Jones girlfriend though apart from her unquestionable beauty no-one knew why. They just assumed she was giving him something extra in the bedroom.

“Puh-lease the minute you go premiership you’ll leave me and find some spoilt rich girl who can bleed you dry.” she laughed but regretted it when she saw his face turn serious.

“Scarlett you know I would never do that to you right? I would never abandon you like that, like they did. I love you, okay?” his face was stern and serious the way it always was when she said something like that.

“I know I love you too” she re-assured him. He grabbed her arms and pulled her close to him, holding her tight. They stayed like that for a further 5 minutes before Scarlett glanced at the clock and reluctantly pulled away.

“Anyway don’t give up, you’re amazingly talented. One of those teams will realise soon enough” she said.

“Someday Babe, Someday” she said as she looked him in the eyes. His fingers ran through her hair affectionately, something so intimate he would never do in public.

“C’mon let hell begin” she laughed as she helped pull him up off the bed. He grinned and followed her out the room, his hands firmly on her shoulders from behind.

It was an un-usually hot day for London. It wasn’t all that hot, not in the morning, but the air was thick and humid. The worst weather of it, it made you sticky and that in turn made you feel dirty. Scarlett had already removed her sweatshirt and had tied it firmly round her waist. Deacon walked beside her, their hands interlaced though every so often they had to break apart and wipe the sweat onto their jumpers due to the heat.

They walked down the path, the cars zooming by as parents hurried to make their kids on time for school. Over the sound of the car exhausts Deacon and Scarlett could barely hear each other talk. Up ahead Scarlett could see the crowded bus stop, two groups of teenagers standing on either ends of the bus stop. The Cole Hanson gang and the George Rockwell gang each group pretending the other didn’t exist. Scarlett could remember when she and Deacon had first started seeing each other and they had walked to school for the first time. She could also remember the looks of hatred written on her peer’s faces. But she had gotten used to it now it didn’t even faze her anymore, not even the crude comments hissed at her as she walked past. Deacon sub-consciously squeezed her hand to re-assure her. They arrived at the stop and took a seat next to each other on the seats. Deacon let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, comforting her.

“Hey D!” said one of the gang at Cole Hanson.

“Hey Ryan” he nodded his head in acknowledgement.

“Hey Scarlett” said Ryan as he looked her up and down then turned back to his friends. She was well aware of the daggers being thrown at her by the many girls who fancied Deacon.

“Here’s my bus” Scarlett stated as she saw the bus pull round the corner. She pulled away from him and stood in front of him as he replaced his arms round her middle, pulling her close in-between his legs. He winked at her and she leaned down and brushed a delicate kiss across his soft lips. He smirked and tried to deepen the kiss but she merely laughed and pulled away.

“I got Footie practice tonight but I’ll speak to you on messenger when in get in” he said as he kissed her again on the lips. She nodded and pulled away again and headed onto the bus.

“Good luck with the family!” he called after her as he joined his group of friends and waved her off. She blushed madly and smiled back at him. She took a seat near the front of the bus and clutched her bag to her chest and desperately tried to ignore the remarks thrown at her as it pulled away. She was already counting down the minutes until the final bell rang.