Separated (On Hold)

Jazmyn & Sian

Who is awesome twice in the same week?!!

Straight into it ;)

Sasha’s POV

Every muscle in my body was frozen.

I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t even move!

I was hugging Jo as tight as I could, determined never to let go... EVER!

We were on a special jet, not knowing where we were, or where we were going.

Silently Jo was crying into my shoulder and I was doing the same. I was running the scene that happened two days ago over and over in my head.

We weren’t in England anymore...

Mum wasn’t here to comfort me...

My life had fallen apart...

“Are we just about there?” Johannah croaked to me.

I was just about to answer when Suzie from the “child services” came in for our snack. It turns out that Suzie was on the mean side of child agency. Her job was to take kids away from their parents without even giving them a chance.

“Eat up this is your afternoon tea” She said smiling condescendingly.

As soon as she left Jo said to me.

“I hate her, shes so mean!”

I nodded looking around; they had given us two squishy mattresses with some blankets and fed us breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea and dinner. There were boxes piled high to the ceiling and me and Jo were huddled together in the middle of the room.

I thought for a little while to come up with a solution to make us feel better, suddenly I had it!

I began to sing, from our favourite T.V. show...

“Soft kitty warm kitty little ball of fur” I paused

“Happy kitty sleepy kitty purr, purr, purr”

This solution proved to be right when a smile spread from ear to ear on both of us. She gave me a huge hug, we continued singing stupid songs and we didn’t even notice that the plane had landed.

With a soft bump the plane landed. We looked up confused until Suzie comes into the room and chauffeurs us out of it.

“Where are we-“Johannah starts.

“Shut up and follow me, brat” Suzie snaps back.

“Woah, sorry” I say sarcastically. She stops walking so suddenly that I nearly walk into her.

“I don’t approve of smart cows like you two, so I suggest you shut your pie hole till I shut it for you!”

Johannah and I give each other a somebody’s-got-her-knickers-in-a-twist look. She huffed and continued walking.

As we walk out of the airport she shoves us into the back of a van and we sit there.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” I say taking charge.

We pull at every nook and cranny but it was no use. After round about four hours we stop outside a petrol station.

Making sure the car is completely locked, I glance out of the window in the front seat, craning my neck to read the sign, but all I could make out was New Ply...