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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 8:55 pm
Two siblings, forced to live with one another after the tragic incident with their mother and father. They where once a happy family, the picture perfect family, to be more clear. Big house, big yard, fancy cars.. But whoever said money can buy you happiness was wrong.
One night the father came home in a drunken rage, and pulled a .22 out from the closet, all that was heard where two loud shots. And the children being 13 and 15 came rushing down the stairs. The horror that filled their eyes was beyond any that any child should ever see. The fifteen year old boy screamed in fear, taking his sister in his arms, covering her face from the sight before them.
Their father had killed both himself, and his bride. The motive was never announced, suspected adultery was being committed on both halves. However the children don't really know what happened to make their father kill their mother, and they where soon separated by family, one living with a aunt, the eldest with grand parents..
The aunt however doesn't have plans on keeping the child, she has contacted many agencies to see if she could find a suitable house hold for the girl, and the brother recently heard the conversation with his aunt and grandmother about foster homes for his sister. Now he has a plan all of his own, get his sister and get as far away as possible.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:48 pm
Sara bit her lip as she waited around the corner. Listening as her aunt Marribeth's annoying voice chippered away, The blond groaned a she listened intently to the conversation.
"Yea, it's just too much. She is so shut in. She doesn't talk, I can barely get her to eat. I can't take it anymore.."
a pause.
"Yes, yes I understand. Next week then? Alright. We'll be waiting." then she heard the phone beep, announcing that it was hung up. Sara gasped, making a mad dash for her room as quietly as possible. Her aunt was planning to be rid of her. The thirteen year old finally came to her room, slowly closing the door so it didn't' click and rushing to her bed, which she fell on violently in tears.
Then she heard a knock on the door. Her aunt was coming to talk to her, to act like everything was fine, but it wasn't fine. And the girl didn't want anything to do with her. Sara lifted her head to look at the closed pink door, she hated the color pink. Her aunt making her un welcomed entrance.
"Sara, sweetie what is the matter?" in a voice that gave her away to be a bad actress. It was over caring, to soft, to sweet. She sat down on the edge of Sara's bad, her hands neatly folded in her lap, her mother use to do that. When Sara was upset she would sit at the end corner, her hand on which ever limb of hers that was closest. But her mother wasn't here anymore, so now she had to deal with this wench.
"Still not talking, aye?" the woman said in a annoyed tone, Sara just glaring at her. "Well, dinner will be ready shortly. Please come down and eat, me and your Uncle Chris would really like to spend some time with you" obvious lie. She watched as her aunt walked out of her room, seeing only a glimpse of the woman's red hair as she closed the door.
I have to get out of here! I can't let this woman take the only one away who cares about me! I have to leave now! she screamed in her head, remembering the last conversation she had with her brother less then a week ago. She told him how their aunt had planned to get rid of Sara, and he said that all she had to do was wait, and everything would work out. That he would 'figure something out' well time was closing in.
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