Ch.1 Allison

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"Allison I'm sorry, but I promise this will be the last move for you." My case worker Marsha said from the driver seat of her old Volkswagen. Her long brown hair framing her face while her sunglasses hid her brown eyes. I've been in the foster system for a while now. Every move it's the same thing 'I'm sorry Alison.’ ‘This will be the last time Alison.’ ‘They are a nice family Alison.' It gets old fast. So a new family, a new town, a new school. I've gotten used to it but there is still that part deep in my stomach that aches for a family to want me. Someone to take me in, and keep me. To actually be my last one. "It's cool Marsha, I'll be fine. Nothing I haven't been through before," I said with a shrug. Looking out the window I sigh. 120 miles till we get to my new town. Letting out a deep sigh. I dug out my book from my bag. Tuning out the rest of the trip. "Okay kiddo we’re here," Marsha calls, pulling me out of my book. I look up to see a small house. It's dark now so I can't see much of the yard but I expect that there's not much to see. There is only one light on in the house. Marsha had told me that this new home only had one other kid. So I should have my own space. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, and fell in step behind Marsha. Her small heels clicked on the stone walkway. Was the only noise to be heard. Before Marsha could knock on the door flew open to reveal. A five foot bouncing sandy blond. "You're here! You're really here!" She shouted before throwing herself into my arms. "Oh, I'm sorry! Stacy please let go of the girl, before you squeeze the life out of her." A middle-aged brunette said as she emerged from another room. The little blonde detangled herself from around my waist, but she didn't leave my side. "Hello, Miss Willows, sorry for getting here so late." Marsha apologized while extending her hand for a shake. "Oh no it is alright we just finished up with dinner. Would you two like some? I can heat up a couple of plates?" "No, we grabbed a bit before we got here," I answered before Marsha had the chance. Miss Willows seemed like a nice woman but it takes a lot more than a plate of food to get on my good side. For the first time, I locked eyes with Miss Willows. It was like being pulled into our own world. Her dark chocolate gaze was deep and inviting. It was like she was speaking to me with only her eyes. Telling me that I was welcome with her. Then I saw it, I swear I saw it, a spark in the depths of those kind eyes. It was like a lightning bolt shot through them but I was the only one who could see it. Before I could say or do anything our silent conversation was broken by Marsha. "Miss Willows, this is Allison. Allison, this is Miss Willows." "Oh please, call me Misty. You are living with us, no need for formalities. You have already met Stacy, my daughter." Misty motioned toward the little girl still by my side. I gave them a nod in response. "Stacy, why don’t you go and get ready for bed?" Misty encouraged. "Mom, can Allison stay in my room tonight?" Stacy asked with pleading eyes. Here we go again. It's not that I have a problem with kids. It's the fact that I'm going to be turning 16 in a few weeks. I would like to finally have my own room, but I am a guest and I go where I'm told. "Sweetheart, I'm sure Allison would like to sleep in her own room tonight." Misty chimed sweetly. Giving her a warm smile. My ears perked up. Did I hear that right? I have my own room. I don't have to share. I can't believe that it's too good to be true. Not a moment for the past eight years had I had anything of my own. Point for the Willows. "Oh gosh is that really the time!" Marsha exclaimed, looking at the time on her small silver watch. "I better be going. Allison, if you need anything you have my number. The same for you Miss Willows. All of you have a good night." She called as she headed for the door. I watched as the door closed behind her. Leaving me alone with Misty. "Is that all you brought?" Misty asked motioning to my backpack. This time she avoided meeting my eyes. "This is all I have," I explained, pulling the blue strap closer to me. "Well that settles it. Tomorrow we are having a girls day. We are going to go shopping." Is this woman serious? I just got here and already I have my own room. Now she wants to take me shopping. There has to be a catch. "That's okay, I can make do with what I got." I don't like people buying me things. In the end, nothing is free. The fewer people I owe the better. "Nonsense and besides you need things for your room. Come I'll give you a tour of the house." The Willows house is nothing big and fancy. In fact the opposite, small and relaxed. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and both a nice size living room and kitchen. My room has a full-size bed with a black comforter thrown over it. All the furniture is solid oak. A side table next to the bed. There is a desk resting in the corner with a small lamp on top. Instead of a closet, there is a wardrobe in the far corner of the room. Even with all this furniture I still have plenty of room. I can't believe this is all for me. Misty had left me in here a while ago to go to bed. It had taken me no more than five minutes to put my things away. My clothes are neatly put into the wardrobe. The only picture I have of my mom and dad along with my book resting on the side table. It was weird having all my things out. I have never unpacked my backpack before. Something about this place was softening to me. After changing into my favorite pajama shorts and a gray tank top I crawled into bed. Grabbing my book I began to read myself to sleep. That night I had my first dream.
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