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kitchen. She had a cigarette hanging from her mouth with a long stem of ash which looked like it was about to fall into the pot! Gary informed me that she was Dotty the cook. I liked her immediately too and she gave me a wink and a smile before continuing to cook. I was taken to the office and asked to sit down while he read out the rules of the house to me.
The rules are as follows:
1.) You will receive £1.10 pence pocket money each week to spend on whatever you like at the local shop accompanied by a member of staff.
2.) You must keep your room tidy and make your bed each morning.
3.) Each child must take their turn to serve dinner once it has been prepared by cook.
4.) Each child must take their turn to wash up/put away.
5.) You are not allowed outside of the grounds without the supervision of a valid member of staff.
6.) You can make one phone call per week.
7.) You will attend a school outside of the premises.
8.) Breakfast at 7:30 A.M. lunch at 12.30 P.M. dinner at 5:00 P.M. and finally supper at 8:00 P.M. – followed by bed at 8.30 P.M.
9.) If you run away, you will be brought back straight away and all privileges such as pocket money suspended, you will have your shoes and socks taken away only to be returned when you attend school.
All things considered this sounded just fine to me; all I kept thinking about was the £1.10 pence pocket money that I would receive each Saturday morning. This was an immense amount of money to me, not to mention I had never received pocket money before, in fact I had never had my own money at all. I was asked if I had any questions – shaking my head to indicate I did not. Gary then took me into the main area to meet the other children.
Unfortunately, there was one girl I took an instant dislike to - her name was Glenda. She was huge, the size of a bear - she looked at me with evil eyes and pulled faces at me. She was much older than me, about 13-years-old at least, to a nine-year-old Glenda was definitely a towering figure. I knew from that day forward she was not going to make my life an easy one at all. The days that followed proved my original feelings regards Glenda were to be correct: she was, in simple terms, a bully and I was her new target much to the delight of the other children as they were given a reprieve.
I spent most of my time dodging her fist. I was always running to one member of staff or another but they did not do anything, in fact, I think one or two of them were frightened of her. It was Glenda that had made life difficult in this home and I was pushed to the point that it was time to run away. I waited until all the staff were asleep and sat patiently waiting for the night watchmen to do their rounds. Then I just got dressed and sneaked out of the downstairs toilet window. I ran until I could run no more, having no idea what time it was, just that it was very late. I chose my direction and followed the lights towards the town.
It wasn’t long before a police car pulled up along side me and told me to get in. Boy was I in trouble. They returned me to Breeton House and I was berated on my arrival, with the staff taking a new attitude towards me. They decided to teach me a lesson and put me in a room with the very girl who was bullying me. I tried to explain why I had run away, but it was to no avail. They were not interested and I was told to conform or I would make life very difficult for myself.
All my privileges were revoked: so no pocket money, no day trips on Saturdays and no shoes or socks. No one ever listened, they asked you why you ran away, so you try to explain your reasons to them, and then you were punished for telling tales. This did not make sense to me at all. I was to learn very quickly that it was best to keep things to yourself; a child in care was not easily believed. It was very hard to prove your case when you were met with so much resistance from the very people who were there to protect you.
For the next few days I just
The rules are as follows:
1.) You will receive £1.10 pence pocket money each week to spend on whatever you like at the local shop accompanied by a member of staff.
2.) You must keep your room tidy and make your bed each morning.
3.) Each child must take their turn to serve dinner once it has been prepared by cook.
4.) Each child must take their turn to wash up/put away.
5.) You are not allowed outside of the grounds without the supervision of a valid member of staff.
6.) You can make one phone call per week.
7.) You will attend a school outside of the premises.
8.) Breakfast at 7:30 A.M. lunch at 12.30 P.M. dinner at 5:00 P.M. and finally supper at 8:00 P.M. – followed by bed at 8.30 P.M.
9.) If you run away, you will be brought back straight away and all privileges such as pocket money suspended, you will have your shoes and socks taken away only to be returned when you attend school.
All things considered this sounded just fine to me; all I kept thinking about was the £1.10 pence pocket money that I would receive each Saturday morning. This was an immense amount of money to me, not to mention I had never received pocket money before, in fact I had never had my own money at all. I was asked if I had any questions – shaking my head to indicate I did not. Gary then took me into the main area to meet the other children.
Unfortunately, there was one girl I took an instant dislike to - her name was Glenda. She was huge, the size of a bear - she looked at me with evil eyes and pulled faces at me. She was much older than me, about 13-years-old at least, to a nine-year-old Glenda was definitely a towering figure. I knew from that day forward she was not going to make my life an easy one at all. The days that followed proved my original feelings regards Glenda were to be correct: she was, in simple terms, a bully and I was her new target much to the delight of the other children as they were given a reprieve.
I spent most of my time dodging her fist. I was always running to one member of staff or another but they did not do anything, in fact, I think one or two of them were frightened of her. It was Glenda that had made life difficult in this home and I was pushed to the point that it was time to run away. I waited until all the staff were asleep and sat patiently waiting for the night watchmen to do their rounds. Then I just got dressed and sneaked out of the downstairs toilet window. I ran until I could run no more, having no idea what time it was, just that it was very late. I chose my direction and followed the lights towards the town.
It wasn’t long before a police car pulled up along side me and told me to get in. Boy was I in trouble. They returned me to Breeton House and I was berated on my arrival, with the staff taking a new attitude towards me. They decided to teach me a lesson and put me in a room with the very girl who was bullying me. I tried to explain why I had run away, but it was to no avail. They were not interested and I was told to conform or I would make life very difficult for myself.
All my privileges were revoked: so no pocket money, no day trips on Saturdays and no shoes or socks. No one ever listened, they asked you why you ran away, so you try to explain your reasons to them, and then you were punished for telling tales. This did not make sense to me at all. I was to learn very quickly that it was best to keep things to yourself; a child in care was not easily believed. It was very hard to prove your case when you were met with so much resistance from the very people who were there to protect you.
For the next few days I just
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