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What would happen. Where would we go. What if there was no we. What it was me. Thoughts swirled in my head as I held Quinn in my arms and she held me in her arms. We are like best friends, which helped me that night. Around 8 we both go hungry so with all my might I got up and looked into the fridge hoping they was pizza or something but like the rest of the day. Unlucky. More than unlucky. Terrified. Horrible. There was no pizza. All we had was yogurt and popcorn so that had to work for the night. After we ate we sat on the couch and hugged each other till we both fell asleep. We woke up to a loud obnoxious banging on the door. Knock knock. Knock knock. Continuously. Until it stopped "OPEN UP,ITS CFF(children's foster facilities)" they say. Quinn gets up and answers the door "Everliegh, you might want to come here, Now." She says in a nervousness but disappointed tone. "It's ok Quinn, I can handle this." I said but she snapped back " No,We, Can handle this I'm not letting you take care of thing without me.". "Ok that's fine." After Quinn and I finished the conversation the, CFF, asked to come in they walked in and told us that we needed to go into foster care. No option. Whether it was the home. The State. Or if we stayed together. They told us that we would probably stay together but there was no absolute answer.

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