"I'm so sorry Brandi, but you're officially an adult now. The orphanage just can't afford to keep an eighteen year old, what with all the other youngsters running around the place." Gwen told me as gently as she could manage, but I could sense a certain hostility laced through her words.
"So you're finally kicking me out, huh?" I didn't bother looking up, my bright flame of red hair shielding my stormy, grey eyes from the sympathetic look that Gwen was almost certainly shooting at me.
My arms were folded tightly across my chest, and my legs were crossed, sitting in a 'I-don't-give-a-shit' position on Gwen's old, wooden desk that was chipping slightly around the edges. The battered, black, converse that I wore on my feet were probably leaving some kind of grubby mark on the surface of her precious desk. I kept my hard gaze fixed on my untied shoe laces, which were drooping sadly over eachother.
"We're not kicking you out, Brandi, hun. I'm sure I could ring your auntie up and get her to-" Gwen jumped as I cut her off, making her springy, blonde hair bounce in an extremely annoying way.
"She fucking died 7 months ago!" I yelled, flicking my bangs away from my face and staring at the dumbass of a social worker.
It was true, my Aunt Marie had died in a severe car crash, which wasn't her fault at all. Some drunken lorry driver slammed right into her, from the very side. Her familiar red fiesta had been toppled right over, smashing windows and mirrors, along with my Aunt's head. It tore me up to see her broken, beaten and bloodied body lying motionless on the hospital bed. That night, when they switched the life-support machines off, was a night that would continue to haunt me forever.
I was snapped back into reality by Gwen, who's gentle baby blue eyes were staring at me with worry.
"I'm so sorry, Brandi," She whispered, "but rules are rules." Gwen said the last part in a louder voice, trying to regain some authority.
"Bullshit! I have nowhere else to go, yet you're just gonna chuck my ass out on the streets? I still have to finish school, for christ's sake!" I fumed, slamming my fist down on the table forcefully, once again making Gwen jump.
"There's nothing I can do about it, Brandi. I'm so sorry, but unless you leave tonight, then you'll be forced to-" Gwen stopped talking abrubtly, as I stood up and made my way to the old, battered door that barely stayed on it's hinges.
"Sorry doesn't mean anything to me anymore, if you want me to leave, then fine, I'll leave," I hissed, "rules are rules." I thrust open the door, only to storm straight out and slam the door to Gwen's office. I could feel the walls shaking as I did so.
All the other kids were asleep by this time, so it was just a matter of me creeping upstairs and back into my room that I'd learned to call home for the past four years. The room had been originally a light violet shade, before I brought out the paint and splashed the whole thing with bright, vibrant colours. You could barely see my masterpiece though, for my walls were plastered with the posters of my favourite bands, mostly rock.
I tip-toed over to my old wardrobe, creaking open the doors and thrusting out all of my clothes. I slid a backpack from the top shelf of my wardrobe, and began to stuff all of my belonging into it hastily. After a couple of minutes of packing, I finally zipped the bag up harshly and heaved it onto my shoulders.
I had to say, that it didn't really tear me up too much to be leaving this place. I'd always been the loner girl, the person that nobody wanted to hang out with. It was just the fact that Gwen was literally chucking me out into the unsafe, New Jersey streets with no other home to go to, that pissed me off royally.
I mean, what kind of a fucking retard was she? If I got raped, or even possibly killed, then I definately knew who's ass I would be haunting for the rest of my ghostly days.
I chuckled evily to myself as I thought about it, creeping out of my old room and back down the deserted hallway. I took the stairs two at a time, actually making them creak under the light weight of me.
Gwen didn't even bother her ass coming out from her secluded office area. She would've probably been smoking a cigarette or sexting with the perverted jerk she liked to call her boyfriend. Gwen was probably fed up with me by now, even though I spent most of my years at the orphanage being solitary and not very interacting with the others.
|Frank Iero||as Frank Iero|
|Brandi Ravencroft||as whoever the fuck ye like|
|Gerard Way||as Mr Way, the sexy art teacher with problems.|