The Enchanted

Chapter Two

Two weeks later

"What do you mean I'm getting fostered! Ben that's not funny..." I snap at Ben. "I'm not joking! I heard Sasha talking about you to David. Apparently someone rang up and asked to meet you!! Crystal are you even listening?" Ben prods me in the arm and I snap out of my daydream. Before I can reply there is a knock at the door and Sasha walks in with her short red hair bouncing ridiculously and a smug look on her face. "Ben. You shouldn't be in here it's gone eight and you know the rules. No opposite genders in rooms after eight! I need to have a chat with Crystal anyway so say goodbye." Ben nods at me and rolls his eyes before shutting the door after him.

"So your saying that some random family just happened to choose me out of everyone here." I say and Sasha nods angrily, "Yes! Like I said the first thousand they chose you cause they thought you would get on well with their eldest. Who, like I said, is your age and loves animals like you so you two are a match made in heaven..." I roll my eyes and agree just to reduce the chances of an argument and Sasha continues, "So they are coming tomorrow at 3 yeah. So wear something nice and you better some sleep so goodbye! Need me to tuck you I'm?" Sasha snickers before turning on her heels and strutting out. Ugh you don't understand how much I hate her. The sooner her trainee period is over the better. But for now I better get some sleep.

Sleep doesn't come easily. I lay staring at the ceiling for what seems like years but when I check my phone I see it has only been thirty minutes. I sigh and text Ben asking if he's still awake and being the reliable friend he is, he texts back. How'd it go? Was I right? The text reads and I reply telling him that unfortunately he was right. I put down my phone and find myself thinking of the next day. I wasn't ready to be fostered! What about Ben? I wasn't going To just leave him. What if it just becomes a repeat of last time. Of last time I got fostered...
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'Welcome home' the banner reads as I step into the kitchen to find a chocolate cake on the table iced with my name. I bite my chapped lips nervously and manage a smile from somewhere. "Thank you!" I stutter as I excuse myself and run upstairs to the bathroom. I look out the window and see Tasha staring up at me. Tasha was the Smiths real daughter and even though she was younger than me she thought she was better than me. I unlock the door and walk down to the garden where she's stood beckoning to me. I walk outside and Tasha turns to me. "Look I know mum and dad want you here but let me tell you something... They are my parents not yours! Just cause no one wants you doesn't mean you can just barge into my family and take over. You little..." she only got that far before the anger rose up inside me and I shoved her. It all went in slow motion! The falling, the scream, the splash! I look down to see Tasha emerging from the family pond covered in moss and her expensive white dress turned mould green.

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No, there's no way I'm being fostered! I can't let that happen again! Plus I'm happy here now. I've got used to the people and not to mention I refuse to leave Ben! No! There's no way in a million years that I'm going with this family. I roll over and finally I fall into a comforting sleep.