Lewis POV:
The journey seemed agonizingly long: straight roads never ending. The drooling speech from my new social worker made it worse. All I thought about was Shannon. Would she come and visit like she promised? Will she be okay by herself?
When I arrived at the care home, my anxiety levels were at the highest they ever had been! I felt like I was going to throw-up, faint or something, but before I knew it, I was ushered into the smelly, noisy building with children of all ages running riot.
After signing a few forms I could not be arsed to read, I went directly to my room, as I didn’t want to talk to anyone; I just wanted to be alone. Red walls with paint peeling off with a petite desk and drawers along one side with a single bed against another. I did not particularly like it as I wanted a change to something different but it would do.
I just wished Shannon was stood next to me.
Shannon POV:
I hope he got there safely. God, I wish I could have just gone with him; to look after him. Its only been a few hours yet I miss him terribly. I haven’t stopped crying. As soon as I left, I ran up here and locked myself in my room; the place were Lewis and I were snuggled up in only that morning.
Should I text him? … Or is it too soon? …
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Disposable Teenagers
Teen FictionAfter joining a new school, Shannon finds a boy who fascinates her and quickly friends him. This is the story on how one friendship can turn into something much bigger...
