In The Name Of Corinne Davison

Chapter One: The Letter And A Short History

In The Name Of Corinne Davison

Chapter One

Dearest Corinne:

We are the most sad to mention what you are about to hear in this letter. You, Corrine Davison, are being deported to a new foster home. We are always longing to hear complaints over anything unbearable or bad, so please send one in to our e-mail when absolutely needed. Your new address will be listed in the second received letter, so please remember it before the car comes to pick you up. We apologize again.

Sincerely,

Wyoming Foster Care Agency WFCA

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I dropped the letter carelessly, yawning as it floated to the floor, and stretching my arms once it landed.

I looked over to my roommate. Rose. She was my best friend, although she was only twelve. We have been roomies in this jail since she was brought here. I did not feel like telling her now, so I pushed it away for now. I stood there and watched her sleep for a few seconds before I walked over to the door.

I grabbed the cool metal knob and turned it slowly, the door swinging open. The room was suddenly bursted into a breakfast buffet, as the sweet smell of biscuits, bacon, pancakes, and sausage rolled in. I inhaled deeply, and walked out while closing the door behind me.

Tiptoeing, I scurried into the kitchen. Foster Mom-that's what I call her, I sometimes forget her name-was setting meals onto china plates. As usual, I counted them.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven.

Seven plates in total. One less than last night. I sighed quietly, and walked over to Foster Mom. "I got a letter today, you know," I said, my voice disembodied from myself, "It was about the deportation.."

Foster Mom nodded hesitantly, "I know, sweetie," Sweetie? Okay.. "Come here," She said, as she led me to the small green couch, "I know you might feel bad and all, because of Rose and all the others you've known for so long.. But this is for the best."

I nodded. "I'm okay."

"You should go pack," She suggested.

I nodded again and hugged Foster Mom. "Thank you," I faintly whispered into her ear as I stepped up and up the stairs.

She was right. I would miss this foster family. I wasn't naturally being 'deported', that's just what the agency called it. My Foster Dad had recently been in an accident, and there can't be to much commotion, plus that. I felt kind of good for leaving. To make life easier on them.

Rose yawned, startling me.

Rose looked perkier than ever. "Rinnie.. What's wrong? You look worried?"

I sighed as I sat down next to her and explained why I was moving out, or also known as being departed. She understood, but I saw her eyes water up in tears. I hugged her close for almost two hours, and during those two hours, I fell to sleep.

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Hey! Bear with me, no cover yet. Working on it! So here is a new story that I am determined to finish. It's my birthday, so to make it more special I did it now. I will be writing a lot this week so yeah tell your buddies.

And Corinne is pronounced Core-In xD just sayin'

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