Chapter 1

Abandon: to leave and not return; desert

Sitting here on the couch staring at the filled trashcans and boxes, I think back to that day; the black font of the headline of the newspaper still burned in my mind.

COUPLE KILLED IN CAR ACCIDENT

DOG MIRACULOUSLY SURVIVES

Not wanting to remember the details of the story I lean back, sighing into the leather of the couch.

My name is Cameron Ann Morgan. Cammie for short. I attend the Academy of the Arts in Tallahassee, Florida. My parents died four days ago. It's Spring Break. I am planning on leaving.

It's a Sunday I think. The last day of Spring Break. Sophomore year. Yeah. I know. I'm supposed to be having fun, partying, right? Well, my parents died on Wednesday. So here I am standing here at the kitchen table looking at my parents' will with my lawyer. I think his name is Mr. Right?

We are currently discussing who I should stay with for the time being. I really don't want foster care. So I suggest my Aunt.

"Look Mr. Right-"I say, immediately getting cut off.

"Bright," He says, looking at me. I give him a weird look and reply,

"Right, anyways-"only to get cut off again with an annoyed look.

"Bright. Mr. BRIGHT," He exclaims. I sigh and mutter,

"Okay, okay," Don't get your panties in a wad. I think and then continue, "ANYWAYS, as I was saying. I have an Aunt that lives in New York. Abigail Cameron. I'm positive she would take me."

He looks me up and down and says, "Positive?"

"Positive," I reply. This guy's seriously getting on my nerves.

"One hundred percent positive?" He asks again, bringing some documents out of his briefcase.

"Dude! Seriously! I can call her right now!" I yell at him, reaching for my cell phone, nerves finally snapping. He merely grins.

"That's okay. I've already contacted her. She is more than willing to take custody over you." He smiles. "You fly to New York tomorrow. As for the will, your parents left everything for you. Even the dog. All money will go for your college fund. Everything else will be handled by your Aunt for the time being. I have one question though," He says.

I glance at him, "Yeah?"

"Would you like to take the dog with you to New York? If not, we will have to find another home for him." He replies whiles signing some papers.

I think about my dog Chip; a black and white border collie that I got for my tenth birthday. He survived the crash when my parents died. I couldn't just leave him. We were there for each other. I told Mr. Bright,

"I'm taking him with me."

He looked up from his paperwork, "Wonderful. Well, that's everything. Your flight leaves at 9:00am tomorrow. I've called a cab to take you to the airport. It will pick you up at 8:30am. Ms. Cameron will pick you up from the airport when you arrive in New York."

He shuffles his papers and stacks them back inside his briefcase and stands up. Shaking my hand he says, "It was a pleasure meeting you Ms. Morgan. Until we meet again." I hope we don't, I think.

He walks to the front door and grabs the doorknob. As he opens it, there is a flurry of black and white and a faint, "Oof!" from a surprised Mr. Bright as he gathers himself.

Chip runs in with a pitter patter of paws and I hear the front door close.

Tears sting my eyes as my acting façade drops and I think about mom and dad. Gone.

I kneel beside Chip and rub behind his ears whispering, "So this is it, huh? New York here we come."

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~ashley