The Foster

part 2

I woke up to someone yelling.

"Camille, phone!"

I ran to the living room and grabbed the phone as my instinct for every Saturday morning when my best friend called. Like nothing has changed since last Saturday.

"Gracie.... hey." I spoke.

"Cam! What's wrong with you?" Gracie asked.

"I don't think i'm going to see you again anytime soon. I have to leave this house and I don't know where i'm going." I cried. I don't know if she understood half of it.

"What, why? I thought everything was going well!" She spoke.

"I don't know.... I don't even know where i'm going. Wait! What's your number? I have to write it down so i can call you ." I said, searching for a pen.

"Okay, ready?" She said and read off her number.

"Ill call you all the time. I wish I had time to say goodbye in person." I was still crying, and she now was too.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Once you get to your new house and get all settled in, i'll come see you." I don't know how she held herself together at times like these.

I heard a honk from outside. My eyes got wide, I thought I had more time, my hair was still up in a messy bun and I was in pjs.

"No.... no no no." I slid down the wall and onto the floor.

"Camille! Get your stuff!" Mark called.

"Hey, don't worry hon. Call me when you can, and don't worry. I know you're strong. You always have me, don't forget that. I love you Cam." Gracie spoke assuringly. I hung up.

I walked to my room, the last time I would be down these halls. I got my bag and slowly walked out the front door to see my family and caseworker standing in a circle, talking.

"Oh, she's coming." Mark whispered. Brooke ran up and hugged me.

"I had no idea." She spoke into my ear. I noticed she was crying.

"I'll miss you." I said.

"We we're supposed to be out of here 5 minutes ago, we have to leave Camille." My caseworker said, getting into the car. I walked over to the passengers seat and got in.

The family waved us off with a smile as we pulled out. I wonder what lie they fed the system to get me out of here so soon this time.

"Do you need anything before we go to the new home?" Shelly, my caseworker asked.

"Nothing that you can provide me. Where am I going?" I asked.

"A place about an hour and a half from here. It's a nice family, you will like them." She said.

"Frankly, I liked the family that I was with. I guess feelings weren't mutual." I whispered the last part.

"You can play some music if you'd like." Shelly told me.

I turned on the radio and searched for something good, but had no luck. We listened to some oldies station until we arrived.