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I’m Sapphire and I used to live at the Dumping Ground. Sometimes it felt like I’d never get out but I’ve finally done it, ‘cos now I’m sixteen the Council’s given me a flat. It’s more of a shoebox than a palace, but what’s not to love when there’s a lock on the door and I’m the only one with a key?
I don’t know how long I spent in care, you’d have to be a total brain donor to keep track. But I know it was a good while after Mum walked out on us. No-one’s heard from her since and with the sort of habits she had, I’m thinking that’s probably not a story with a happy ending.
On the Dumping Ground:
Dad’s kicking about somewhere. He’s a roadie. Some people think that’s glamorous, hanging out with bands. But there’s nothing glamorous about being on the road all the time and sleeping in the back of a transit while your Dad gets wasted. He’s got a few other kids dotted about here and there - I was ten before I found out I had a brother called Riff. Me and Dad lived with Riff and his mum for a while, but it never worked out. Family? Yeah, right. Closest I ever got to family was living at the Dumping Ground. I s’pose that’s why I still pop in quite a bit. Well, that and making sure they’re treating Harry properly.