"We are here for you Phoebe, we are going to help you though this," Mr dean said smiling at me. I felt like my whole world had been turned upside down. My parents had gone and I have no one, no one at all. No family, no friends, no one.
I was sitting on a brown sofa in a plainly decorated room, in angel care home in the centre of London. I had just been brought here. Only 1 hour ago I was sitting at home waiting for my parents return from Cornwall. But they never came back, I had switched on the news and a reported car crash had happened on the out skirts of London. I knew immediately that it was my parents with there black ford galaxy. I was shocked and I cried, and screamed and shouted. I was alone and I had no idea what to do.
That's when a knock at the door, woke me from my upset state I opened it to see Mrs Birch from next door. She had brought me here, to this care home.
I didn't know what to say, my words weren't forming in my brain. "We have already fixed you with a foster family, they have already have three foster children u think you will be happier there then here," Mr dean stated quietly. I didn't nod or move at all I just stared at the floor the days events playing over and over in my mind.
"I'll fix you up a bed for the night," Mr dean said while walking out of the room. Then like before I was alone again, my mind spinning with feelings of sadness and upset. Mr dean walked back in with a girl, she was talk blonde haired and wore a floral dress with converse. "Phoebe this is Elsie, you will sharing a room for tonight." I looked up and smiled at Elsie, she returned the smile before sitting next to me.
"Elsie will show you where everything is, bye Phoebe." Mr dean smiled, before turning on his heels and leaving the room.
"Hi, I'm Elsie, do you want me to show you our room?" Elsie questioned sweetly. I nodded. I stood up and my knees were shaking, I felt so weak. I walked following Elsie out of the room, up the stairs. The home was plainly decorated, with simple paintings dotted around on the walls. The carpet was plain brown, it felt fluffy beneath my feet.
We reached a door and Elsie opened it. The room was pink with pink cover and bed. The pictures were beautiful with horses, it had perfumes and makeup and a got any mirror. It was amazing, I have always dreamed of a room like this.
I smiled as I looked around the room.
"Do you like it?" Elsie wondered.
"Yes I love it!" I smiled cheerfully.
I sat on the pink bed, smiling at Elsie.
"I'm glad you like it," Elsie chirped. The rest of ye evening felt endless just sitting at looking out the window. I didn't feel like eating, the pain was still inside. My head was still spinning I didn't talk to anyone I didn't know what to say. A boy called Edward and a girl called Bella asked me of I wanted to go downstairs but I refused I didn't want to move.
When I went to bed I didn't change I jut got into bed hoping to sleep the pain away, I wished Elsie goodnight and feel into a deep sleep. My dreams were the same as reality, the news of my parents death kept being told in my mind.
I awoke up 7am nobody else in the house was awake I decided to have a shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and walked to the bathroom. I went inside, undressed and stepped into the shower. The water instantly relaxed me flooding some of my sadness away. I felt better cleaner, and slightly happier. I went back to mine and Elsie's room. I sat back on the bed and looked out the window.
I was going to my new foster home today, and I want really looking forward to it. It was meant to be a new life for me, but was I ever going to move on?
I heard a knock on the door, Elsie awoke immediately wiping her panda eyes. "Phoebe, your foster mother is here to pick you up," Mr dean chirped. I opened the door with my bag in hand to a happy Mr dean, with his brown hair and glasses and white t shirt and blue jeans. He began go walk down the stairs with a fast pace. I kept up looking at my feet as I walked to make sure my weak legs, don't give way.
My dean lead me to the front door. I looked up and saw a beautiful woman. With black hair and beautiful eyes, wearing a plain white t- shirt and black jeans. Mr dean smiled at me, as the woman said,
"Hi Phoebe, I'm Anne Styles!"
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'Accidentally In love'
Fanfiction"I've fallen for him not by choice I'm accidentally in love"
