Amy
I walked quietly down my street , well what was hopefully still my street, I shrugged my bag up a little higher and walked towards the house still convinced I was in trouble, the police don't have the
manpower to care about a runaway foster child but get home and I would still have to talk to the social worker. I slid my key silently into the lock and let myself quickly into the house.
"so your back." Mrs Collins' voice floated from the kitchen she didn't sound angry or upset just calm as always. I walked into the kitchen Mrs Collins turned from the washing up sliding a pair of yellow marigolds off her hands as her eyes clearly indicated that I should sit. I slid my backpack off clumsily onto the floor and I walked slowly over to the large scrubbed oak table and pulled out one off
