Smile, Cry

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"Welcome to Hell, where's the murder?"

 "Catra!" Lonnie hissed.

 Catra popped her bubblegum between her teeth and sighed. " Miss Weaver's home for children, how may I help you?" 

The woman on the other end of the line went on and on, Catra resisting the urge to rip the clunky phone off its spiral cord. Eventually, Catra realized she had better things to do. 

"Shadow Weaver, it's for you!" The teen hollered before leaving the kitchen. She opened a small drawer hidden behind the fridge and slipped the chocolate covered granola bar into her pocket. 

It was her birthday after all. 

Once she slid into the room, that she now shared with Lonnie now that Adora was gone. She fiddled with the antenna of the radio. Amy Winehouse's "Tears Dry on Their Own" played to reflect Catra's dismal mood. Adora had always been there to help Catra celebrate her birthday. Of course, they couldn't see families or have parties, but Adora tried, with half-broken hula hoops and stolen candies. 

 just less then a month ago, Adora had been adopted by the Williams family. She had come back to the group home just to pack her things, the rain dripping through the roof of Catra's room. All the children all sat in a circle of the dirty carpet as Adora told them about her new life, with her " huge flower gardens or adoptive sister with pink and purple hair."  

 Miss Weaver, who they all called Shadow Weaver at the time, took a picture of them altogether, Adora front and center. Catra hugged Adora tight as she could until Shadow weaver pulled her away. 

"Don't be selfish Cat, least she's finally getting out of this hellhole." Kyle had whispered timidly. 

Catra let the tears bubble over as she struggled to remember Adora's hug.

🎵Whoa, he walks away

The sun goes down

He takes the day, but I'm grown

And in your way

My deep shade

My tears dry on their own🎵

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