"Kassie","Kassie please wake up. I had another nightmare". "Mhmm, okay get in Camie", she said as she pulled the sheets down and scooted over for the small girl. She looked over at the cheap clock on her night stand. "Camie it's four in the morning. We're gonna have to wake up in an hour anyway to get ready for the bus. Why don't we just talk about your nightmare."
Kassie tried to sit up but Camie was pulling her down. That girl was tiny but she was strong.
"No, no Kassie." She sounded worried but she knew that Camie needed to talk about it. She knew because she had nightmares too. "Okay then, why don't we look at your box?"
"I don't think we need to look at it", she said as she started to sit up. She sounded even more worried. "Camie. Camie what's wrong? Where's your box", Kassie sat up but before she could grab Camie's arm she was running up the basement steps.
Camie never acted like that. Never. Kassie pulled on her white sweatshirt and shoved her feet into her boots. She always wanted to look at her box with Kassie. She never actually opened the box up to Kassie but sometimes she would walk by Camie's room and see her reorganizing the small photos in the box. She figured out that they were pictures of Camie's dead parents.
Camie told Kassie everything about her family. Everything that she knew, which in actuality wasn't a lot.
Camie was five when her parents died in a car crash. They were speeding to the hospital. Her mother was pregnant with her brother. Camie always told herself that they were in a better place, honestly Kassie thought anywhere was better than this shit hole.
Kassie made her way up the steep stairs to the tiny kitchen. Camie was sitting down at the kitchen counter eating cereal. Of course it was the cheap brand of cereal because her foster parents "couldn't" afford anything better.
"Hey Camie are you okay?", Kassie said as she walked over to the cabinet to get the toaster. "Oh um about that", she looked down into her cereal bowl.
Something was definitely up with her. Maybe her crush didn't like her back. She was one of those girls that got upset when someone didn't like her back. "If you don't want to talk about it then I understand-". " No Kassie I don't think you understand anything. Sure we've both been through crap but you don't really understand what I'm going through. Just stop trying to talk to me about it." She got up from the bar stool she was in, placed her bowl in the kitchen sink and then walked down the hall. A few seconds later Kassie heard a door slam shut.
