RED
I hear the thumping of Michelle as she walks from her room to the bathroom. I sneak a peak into the hallway, Lindsey is still asleep and Michelle would be taking a shower, so I tip toe towards the stairs.
I was underweight meaning I wouldn't cause the old floor boards to creak. I walk into the kitchen and turn on the kettle, and set out two plates.
I set the frying pan onto the stove and turn it on. I check the time, 8:45 am. My social worker is coming over today, so I have more stuff to do. I place the eggs on the counter and turn off the kettle, pouring the boiling water into a mug.
"RED!! ARE YOU COOKING!?!" Lindsey yells from her room.
"YES!" I reply. I could hear the approval. I begin making eggs when the shower water turns off. Crap!
I begin moving faster, I hear the scowl from Lindsey as she exited the room at the same time as her mom. Crap, crap, crap!!
I place the eggs on the plate, put the toast beside it and begin putting the bacon onto the plate. Just as Lindsey walked into the kitchen.
"Did you make the tea?" She growls.
"Yes, its still very hot" I warn. I hand her, her plate. She sits down and eats.
Michelle arrives downstairs with damp blonde hair, and in her fancy blue dress.
"Red! Go get ready to meet with your social worker" she commands. "Lindsey can do the dishes"
I sigh and trudge upstairs, releaved that she didn't burn me, or punch me. Well if she did, the social worker would notice and send both me and Lindsey away.
I change into a turquoise blue tank top, white cardigan, skinny blue jeans. I tie my hair back and apply some blush and foundation on my face to hide bruises.
I cover my arms which were covered in scars both self harm and Michelle throwing me around. I grab my crappy old iPod and check YouTube, Danisnotonfire had uploaded a video with Phil about his 2016 video schedule, I watch a clip of it before I get yelled at. ((Is it just me or is Dan and Phil's upload schedule a little bit to spaced out since New Years??))
I slid my ipod into my back pocket and begin by journey downstairs. I hear the voice of Chelsea, my social worker. I plaster a fake smile on my face and hop of the steps.
"Red! It's wonderful to see you" She says hugging me. I hug back, Chelsea had been a foster child like me and actually ended up in one of my foster houses when I was 9. She was like a big sister.
"Hey, Chels. How's Eric?" I ask. Her fiancee Eric was a lawyer, thats how they met in NYU.
"He's fine. But how are you? You grown a bit more" she jokes.
"No I haven't, I'm still 5'5" I joke back. I didn't notice, but a tall police woman was standing behind her. "Whos this?"
"This is Constable Richards, she's her to assist you" Chelsea replies. "I know Michelle's treatments" She whispers to me.
The Constable who looked to be in her 30s, asked me if Michelle has ever hurt me. I see in the corner of my eye, Michelle and Lindsey scowling at me.
I nod slowly. The constable asks for me to show her any physical marks. I slowly role up my cardigan sleeves to reveal the cuts and bruises.
"That is all the evidence the county needs" The constable states. She pulls out her handcuffs and walks over to Michelle.
"Michelle Mayberg your under arrest for abuse of a child of the Fostering care" Constable Richards says the usual law words and handcuffs Michelle.
"You can't do this!! I have my rights to punish her!! She's nothing but a worthless scum!!" She shouts. Lindsey stood in awe.
"Lindsey Mayberg, you'll be coming with me and Red" Chelsea says. She tells us to pack our bags and bring to the living room.
I run to my damp cold room and begin packing my two suitcases. Chelsea walks in as she hangs up.
"Already have a new family" she says.
"Who are they?" I ask. Throwing my clothes into my bag.
"TC, my adopted family. I told them about you, there just doing Adoption Family for now" she explains.
"Thats good, have you told Lindsey?" I ask.
"No, she's still packing. I can only fit two suitcases in my car, so you can leave your other ones in the living room" She says. "The FCM well take it to the new place. You'll love it"
I smile and hug her again. "Thanks, Chels. I haven't been this happy in ages"..

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Adopted By Team Crafted
Fanfiction(I know I've done a billion of these, but this one doesn't follow Wolfy!!) Red is a 15 year old girl who spends her time online, its her safe place, even though it's not safe. She's a foster child living with an evil foster mother, Michelle, and her...