As soon as the lights came up indicating the end of the show, Clark, Jules and I shot up from our seats and began to clamber over our fellow care kids who were still sat in their seats. We were all buzzing after that tear-filled performance. We all cried when Crutchie got arrested (even Clark who was Mr tough-guy) but we were also cry-laughing when Sky accidentally dived headfirst into the orchestra pit after slipping over in King of New York. 

But, as soon as we reached the end of the row of seats we bumped into the enormous chest of Mrs. Humfrey and like dominos fell on top of each other as we clattered to the floor with a loud thud. We quickly all got to our feet with the help from each other, only just proceeding to have to attempt to gulp down the rather large feeling of fear in our throats as she towered over us with the most demeaning glare she could possibly muster. 

"And where do you think you're going?" she snarled down her spectacles, turning her nose up with a look of disgust etched her face. 

We all looked around at each other, Clark and Jules with equal amounts of fear on there faces as I had on mine. Jules and I looked pleading at Clark to explain because neither of us was quite ready to face with our terrifying social worker, despite us having weekly private meetings with her to discuss our 'progress' at Arrowwood. With these 'progress meetings' more being a private way to insult us and our families in any way shape or form she could think of. We enjoyed to describe her as 'Umbridge' a reference to the perfectly evil character from Harry Potter when she was out of earshot - which didn't seem to be very often. She tended to lurk about a lot, I just wish Synder would take her the refuge for loitering, but alas that will never happen. 

"Well since Grace has connections to the cast, we were invited to go backstage after the performance," Clark explained with the bravest face he could muster, but in the presence of Umbridge, it was a very brave-looking one. 

"Does she now," she said elongating her words in an attempt to make us cower more in fear, "we'll see about that". 

At with that, she pulled both Clark and me by our ears, ordering Julia to follow suit and in fear of what would happen to her, she obeyed. Pain shot through my ear and she pinched it even tighter as I struggled in her grasp. 

"I am pretty sure you aren't allowed to do this!" I spat at her angrily because she was hurting me, even if I wouldn't admit it to her, she did terrify me and her grip was ever so painful. 

"I can do whatever I like as long as I'm not in the inspectors gaze" She snapped at me. 

I remained silent afterward not wanting to annoy her anymore. I could hear the slight grunting noise coming from Clark on the other side of Mrs.Humfrey who was probably in the same amount of pain I was in -and just as angry-, but he would never let anyone know that of course. 

We were pulled straight past stage door where Josh was stood, still in costume waiting for our arrival. He looked awfully shocked to see me being pulled away towards the minivan by my ear and even stopped Miss Dayles (who was trailing along behind us with the others) to ask what I presumed 'Why are they being pulled away by there ears?'.

Miss Dayles solemnly shook her head and stared at the ground not wanting to meet his gaze and continued walking hand in hand with two of the younger kids. We were all terrified of Mrs.Humfrey including Miss Dayles. I met Josh's eyes from behind Umbridge's back and gave him a sad look which seemed to explain everything. He turned away, head hanging low and upset and he dragged his feet back into the theatre with the stage door closing behind him. Well, there goes my happiness. 

"I don't know why you lot thought you would be able to go backstage", she laughed evilly, "you know I would never allow that."

I turned a very vibrant shade of red, clenched my fists and with anger pumping through my veins, I began muttering derogatory words under my breath as to not be heard Mrs.Humfrey and make this abhorrent situation worse. 

She practically threw Clark and me into the Minivan and tripped Jules up with her foot as she entered behind us. We made our way to the back of the van, as the others began to file into the van. Still red-faced, Clark began the gossiping session that occurred between us on the back seats on our way home. 

We all spitefully walked inside once we got back to the house and I 'accidentally' bashed my shoulder against Mrs.Humfreys as I made my way towards the stairs. As I trudged up the first couple stairs I heard her laughing to herself as she muttered about rejecting any adoption requests. That's when I lost it. 

"HOW DARE YOU! YOU CAN'T REJECT THEM ON THE BASIS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE ME!" I boomed as I thumped down each step, suddenly with a burst of confidence. 

"Oh yes, I can!" she retaliated, "but anyway, who would want you? No one that's who. Why do you think I haven't actually rejected anyone?"

Before I could even get in a word, tears slipped down my face, but she did not change expression. I was glad that everyone else went back to their rooms because I didn't want them to see me crying. Only Clark and Jules had seen me cry and I wanted to keep it like that for as long as I could. 

"That's because no one wants you. Josh doesn't really want you," she said answering her own question. 

I then punched her square in the jaw, an action that I immediately regretted because she seized my arm and pulled me towards the basement door. We pounded down the stairs until she threw me to the floor then locked the basement door behind her, leaving me pounding on the door for her to let me out. 

To no avail, the door remained locked so I reached around the walls for a light switch, which once found illuminated the grimy basement which was now my prison. Now she definitely isn't allowed to do this. My thoughts suddenly drifted to Ben, this was what it must have been like when he was taken by Thomas. 

I hadn't realized that I was now full on bawling my eyes out until tears splashed onto my hand. I made no effort to wipe them - no one was watching me. I tried to slow my now rapid breathing to calm myself down, but to no avail did it work. 

I crawled into the corner of the room where a blanket and pillow laid in the corner. Others had been down here too. I pushed my back against the wall and began to quietly whisper-sing Santa Fe to myself. 

I guess my Santa Fe is the tour. And just like Jack Kelly, it was somewhere I would never go again.