chapter 3

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8th of July 2015
Edited 16th of July 2016

Charlie's POV:

The lovely lady had just left me alone in Ms Tweedy's office. The office was dark grey, the long walls made into shelves, filled with different books. Old and new. Coloured and faded. Dark and light.

I subconsciously touched the books, reading the titles and author's name. Ticking off those whom I've read, in my head.

I flinched when I heard the door open. I turned my head to the door, before I awkwardly stood behind one of the chairs.

"Please take a seat.," she gestured to one of the chairs. I nodded and sat down, "I'm Cheryl Tweedy, and your name is?"

"Charlie Kians." She frowned, looking through a journal.

"I've got a Charlotte Kians."

"I just go by Charlie, but yeah, Charlotte Kians." She nodded,scribbling down the information I gave her.

"Do you've a number we can call?" She bit her pen, waiting for my answer.

"Uhm... the...," I was stuttering like mad, pausing every second, "the social services.." I whispered so quietly, you could barely hear it.

"I'm sorry, the social services?" Her face was filled with confusion.

"I left the foster family I was in."

"Okay, so who should I ask for?"

"Susan Lee." She picked up the cellphone, typing in Social Service's number.

"Hello, you're speaking with social services, how may I help?"

"Hello, I'm Cheryl Tweedy. I'd like to talk to Susan Lee, please." She started tapping her pen.

"I'll set you over," I sighed, fiddling with my pockets, searching for the paper piece, "hello, Susan Lee speaking."

"Cheryl Tweedy from Tweedy Dance Academy, speaking. I've a Charlotte Kians here, who'll attend my academy from tomorrow, if she's physically and mentally ready. I just need a signature from someone over 18."

"What about her foster parents?" Cheryl raised the handset towards me, nodding at it.

"Away." I sharply said.

"Ah, Charlie... What did they do now?"

"Don't know.. What do you think?" I sighed, not wanting to reveal that kind of information.

"Right, I'll send over a police officer to them. Tell Ms Tweedy to fax me the things I need to sign. Listen, I've to run. Talk to you later. Bye." I lifted the handset away from my ear and have it back to her.

"Come on, I'll show you your room. You've to share though."

"I'm used to sharing, or being crammed into the smallest room you've ever seen. So it'll be fine."

"Since your clothes are covered in blood, you need a full body examination, blood tests, etc."

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