Tears Are For The Weak

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After a little bit of driving he pulled up into the parking lot of a hotel.

He parked the car and sat with his hands on the steering wheel and let out a big sigh. A smile came onto his face. But I needed answers.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Why what?"

"Why did you take me and not one of the others?"

"Because... I don't really know. Most of the kids there were to young. And the others looked a little fragile. You on the other hand you look like you're tough and able to handle yourself."

"Oh ok and can we do something before we leave town?"

"What is it?"

"I need to say good bye to my friend."

"Ok where dose she live? "

"Do you mind if I walk there? It kind of a personal thing."

"Yea just be back here at the hotel for 5."

And with I grabbed my pack and took of sprinting to Jolie's house.

When I got there, her dad answered the door.

"Hey Cass. Shes in her room. Just go right on in." I nodded and walk twords her door. I walked strait in.

We had always had a code for if I was fostered and had to leave town. So the first thing I said was that.

"Tears are for the weak."

Get guys tell me what u think I know this chap. Sucks but hey, it 10:30 on a Friday night. I need sleep.
Peace

Cassidy

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