All it did was rain here.

Ever since we moved all it did was rain everyday and it was really starting to piss me off.

My Mum was still busy, as per usual. Job interview at the nearby primary school this time so thank fuck she couldn't keep an eye on me like she always did.

She usually tried to get a job in the secondary school I was enrolled at so she could keep constant tabs on me but they weren't hiring at this one so she had to settle with the younger years.

It had been 2 months since we moved from Wales to Grimsby and I guess the clue was in the name, it was fucking shit here.

Let's just say Wales was shit too, it didn't take long for me to be expelled from the school so my Mum thought maybe a change of scenery would make me feel better.

Spoiler alert! It didn't.

I didn't get on with anyone, they all just judged and bitched and I didn't have the patience to deal with them.

I was currently sitting in the detention room of the school, waiting for 4pm to roll around so I could finally go home.

The guy I had the fight with sat across the room from me with two blacks eyes and a fowl expression. Serves him right for trying to start on me for no fucking reason.

I just needed to get out of here, go for a run and just chill. Everyone in this stupid school made me angry and it didn't take much to get me angry.

3:50.

Ten minutes to go according to the clock on the wall and these were probably going to be the slowest ten minutes of my life.

Leaning back in my chair, I pushed my hair out of my eyes is it began to tickle the top of my eyebrow.

I was still growing it out but I'd had the occasional hair cut here and there. It was long, but annoyingly not long enough to tie up which I desperately wanted to do since it always brushed my forehead and sometimes lay on top of my eyebrows and irritated them.

"Gay boy."

My eyes snapped over to the dickhead who I'd beaten up who was looking at me and smirking.

"Pardon?" I asked, he hadn't said the words loudly so the teacher at the front could hear, but loud enough for me to hear.

He cleared his throat, somehow managing to pluck up some confidence "I said, gay boy."

I tilted my head to the side, wondering who the hell asked this twat to try and test me.

"Gay boy? Original." I scoffed, fiddling with the pen in my hand and twirling it around.

"Can't defend yourself? Tragic. And I thought you were a smart kid." He joked sarcastically, and that was the last straw for me.

Smart kid.

Those words caused a shiver to run up my spine and I stood abruptly.

The guy wasn't expecting me to react so suddenly, he also probably wasn't expecting the metal chair to hurtle at his face.

The noise of the chair hitting him and the crack of a bone caused me to laugh.

"Should've stopped while you had the chance." I laughed again, leaning back on the desk and the teacher at the front of the room suddenly sprung to life and called the head teacher into the room.

The guy hadn't even picked himself up off the floor so I simply crossed my arms and waited for the expulsion.

***

Something wasn't right.

I had been stuck in the Headteachers office for nearly an hour and no one had come in to reprimand me.

I could see my Mum through the glass panel on the door, her head was in her hands and she looked horrified.

Good.

Eventually, a few police officers rounded the corner and come into view.

They ushered my Mum and the Headteacher into the office so I was finally acknowledged.

"Leonidas. Thank you for waiting so patiently." Mr King, the head, started and I rolled my eyes.

"It's fucking Leo." I snapped, annoyed that everyone always calls me by my full name like I really wanna be called fucking Leonidas all the time.

"Leo!" My Mum snapped "Shut up and listen. You've pushed it too far this time."

I couldn't help but scoff "Good."

All the adults in the room exchanged nervous glances before one of the officers finally stepped up.

"Leo," He began, moving so he was standing next to Mr King "The allegations that have brought forward are very serious. You're looking at community service or even prison."

"Well they're not allegations, they're true. I threw at chair at him because he was being an idiot. Case closed." I shrugged my shoulders, not intimidated by them.

"Leo, we need you to work with us here, if you apologise to Mr Sullivan then all you need to do is 100 hours of community service and temporary housing." The officer continued and this is when my Mum cut in.

"Temporary housing? Why would he need that?" Her voice was worried.

"With all due respect Ms Hardman, looking at Leo's records of moving and expulsion, we think a change of accommodation will be in order." A female officer explained and I was honestly not expecting that.

"What are you trying to say? That I can't take care of him?" This really get Mum's blood boiling as she suddenly stood up "I know how to look after my own son thank you very much."

"Not for four years you didn't." I muttered under my breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

The room went dead silent.

Everyone knew of our family history so everyone knew exactly what I was talking about.

"Don't you fucking dare." My Mum breathed, staring at me so harshly I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Please, Ms Hardman, we're doing this for Leo's best interest. Let us do what needs to be done and we will discuss further help in the future." Mr King stood up too, trying to keep his voice calm for the situation but all it did was set my Mum off and the next thing we knew, she was screaming about them not knowing what's best for me and all that bullshit.

I zoned out completely, not paying attention to the commotion in the room. Temporary accommodation? That sounds pretty sweet to be honest.

I'll take anything that means getting away from my Mum for a bit.

***

"Turn down that music!"

Ah, the usual shout from downstairs always made me feel welcome.

I clicked the volume down a couple of bars and relaxed back onto my bed.

As foster homes go, this one wasn't too bad. Not too many young kids to annoy me and mostly teens my age.

It was basically a troubled teen, rehab home.

Some kids in here genuinely didn't have any parents and were looking for families to foster them, but most of them were moved in because they'd had a brush with the law.

For example, the girl in the room below mine. She was a normal girl who was moved in here because she tried to stab her abusive stepdad.

Like me, she needed to 'take a break' from her family.

I avoided most of the people in here, confining myself to my room unless I was out doing my community service.

I only had two more days of cleaning the kitchen at the local old people's home before I was being sent back to Mum.

It had been a relaxing three weeks away from her smothering and complaining so I wasn't really looking forward to going back.

A knock on my door snapped me out of my little daydream.

"Yes?" I questioned, turning my music down a little bit more.

The door slowly swung open, revealing Jacob Turner. He was on the same floor as me and the same age.

And, again, like me he was here because of being in trouble with the police.

"What do you want?" I questioned, not wanting to be talking to this guy as I knew he wasn't the nicest.

Yea I knew how to defend myself, but I didn't want to be involved in his type of crowd.

"I know you stash cigs in here, let me have one." Jacob said, closing the door behind him and leaning against it, his eyes slowly scanning around the room.

How did he know about that? I made sure no one knew that I smoked and that I hid them.

"Don't know what you mean." I shrugged, lying back down on my bed.

"Look, Leo," Jacob stepped away from my door "I don't want any trouble, I think you're alright, but you gotta do what I ask or it won't be pretty."

I sighed inwardly, pulling myself back up and standing so I was level with him.

He was tall for a 15 year old, like me he was fairly built and looked strong. His brown hair was buzz cut short which only give him a more intimidating vibe.

"What do I get?" I bargained, if I was going to give him one of my cigarettes, I wanted something in return.

"How about a job?" Jacob tilted his head to the side and smirked "It's a well paying job too. With the little stashing skills that you have here, I think you'll do well with it."

My eyebrows narrowed. What the hell kind of job could he be talking about?

"Here, grab me that fag, have yourself one and walk with me, I have an offer for you." He had a London accent when he spoke.

Whatever he was going to offer me, I would probably have to take it since he wasn't the kind of guy to take no for an answer.

Moving to my cabinet, I lifted the side of it slightly so I could pick up the floorboard it usually rested on and pulled out a small box that resided in the floor.

Opening that box, it revealed some cash, a lighter and a box of cigarettes.

"Walk with me Leo, you're gonna like this." Jacob's smirk made me uneasy, but there wasn't anyway I was getting out of this one...