<strong> SJ is it butterflies</strong><br/>“Chosen…fackin’ chosen oh great…oh blaady marvellous, I could not get chosen first fer ve bastard netball team with Sharon whore face bitchqueen….” She took a brief moment and another breath “Oh no fackin’ fantastic I get ‘chosen’ to get ve shit scared out of me.”<br/><br/>She was swallowing hard, “Look ma’am me and ‘Orlicks…we can…we can cope…”I ‘ave a bed tonight…and maybe a shower.” The point was woman or not, the girl had seen people disappear, this was so difficult. As she passed the door there was real fear in those dark eyes, “I aint a blaady ‘ore…I’ll leave ‘ere but I don’t know…I ‘as a place tonight...”  As it was this was a girl that had managed to keep her purity even in the darkest places, yet a part of that was taking care and being cautious. They all seemed like good people but then so had many that had passed in and out of her life. Even her mother had been able to wear a mask.<br/><br/>The truth be told SJ was making ready to do a runner, and she was a sneaky little bugger and faster than most. “What…what …do I do?” It was more a question to the dog Horlicks who drew closer.<br/><br/>Yet it was to all there she really had no idea, never before in her life had she been so bewildered. Until now Sarah Jane’s life had been simple…didn’t they call it the butterfly or something the man that did the chicken dance on the corner of the street told her about it once.<br/><br/>If she had not missed closing time at the hostel …none of this would have happened…<br/><br/><br/>