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The drive to the foster house was quiet. McGee concentrating on his driving and Blair staring out the window. Blair broke the silence, startling McGee slightly. "You don't have a girlfriend or anything do you?" She asked.
"Nope."
"Oh. Okay." She held back a laugh. Then pulled a face as McGee parked the car outside The House. It was an older place. The paint peeling and the roof had a bit of rust on it. Other than that it looked quite homely. Well at least that's how it came off to McGee. His head snapped up as he heard a squeal. He looked up in time to see Blair running towards a blonde haired girl. They hugged and then Blair followed her inside. Leaving McGee standing outside, looking up at the tall building. He sighed, but followed the two inside. The first room, the living room, was decorated nicely. With big couches and a couple of children were scattered throughout the room. Blair and the blonde haired girl he'd guessed as Chrissy were nowhere in sight. "Can I help you dear?" he heard a female voice ask. He turned around to face an elderly lady, possibly in her late 50's. He smiled at her. "I'm Tim McGee. Here about Blair Taylor." He told her and she smiled warmly at him.
"Oh yes, we spoke on the phone. I'm Tina." She held her hand out to him and he took it, shaking it.
"I don't exactly know where she's gone off to..."
"I expect her to be up in her and Chrissy's room."
"Chrissy's blonde right?" he asked.
"Yes. Poor girl. She was doing well with that family." She frowned. "Anyway, come in here and I'll go get Blair." She smiled again, taking him into a room, a desk covered in papers and bits and pieces was in the middle. He sat down at one of the chairs to wait, looking around at the walls where there were photos of the children that were here or had been here in the past.
Blair ran up the stairs after Chrissy. "Hey. What's wrong?" she asked as Chrissy slammed the door and locked it behind her. "Pack your bag. Hurry!" she said quickly.
"What. Why?" Blair asked, confused.
"I've already got mine. Come on Blair. You can't honestly want to go with him?"
"But I do Chrissy..."
"No. You don't." She denied. Then when Blair stayed still grabbed her bag and began chucking Blair's stuff into it. "Chrissy!" Blair said loudly, grabbing onto her arm.
"I want to go. I want a family. A real one that cares. I'm sorry Chrissy... I can't do this." She let go of her arm and moved back over to the door, unlocking it. It opened shortly after, a grumpy looking Mrs Nichol standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest. Blair looked at Chrissy, who sank down to sit on the bed, looking at the floor. Then she turned to face Mrs Nichol again and shrugged.
"Do you need something?" Blair asked, rudely.
"I need you to come with me."
"No."
"Don't use that tone with me young lady." She stared at Blair who glared witheringly back.
"Fine." Blair huffed. Walking to the door. She gave one last glance over her shoulder at Chrissy who kept her head bowed. Blair reluctantly followed Mrs Nichol down the stairs and into her office room. She had been in here many times. Every time a new family. Ready to meet her, to take her to a new home and start a new life. This time, she realised, might be the last time she would take a seat in this room and plaster a smile on her face.
It was like a routine. She'd let Mrs Nichol lead her into the room, and then she'd shake hands with her new family. She'd answer questions, smile brightly and pretend to be the perfect child that she wasn't. This time was different. What she did felt real. The smile was genuine. The answers truthful. She was being her real self. She no longer had to pretend.
The longer they were in the room the happier she began to feel. She was free, almost. As she left Mrs Nichol's office she felt a huge weight be lifted off her shoulders. The only thing she felt bad about was Chrissy. She was leaving her. The last time she'd left someone the outcome had been life or death. It had almost killed her. She had been in a whirlpool of grief for months. She'd drifted through life in a depressed state. Then she met Chrissy. Her parents had both been sent to jail on drug charges. She'd come to The House in a broken state. Like Blair was. They'd locked eyes and a shock had jolted Blair awake. Out of her despair. Her happiness had been on the rise. Until she'd moved in with the O'Neil's. They'd beaten those happy feelings from her body. Leaving her feeling shattered and numb.
Chrissy was with her perfect family, and she was the perfect child. She didn't get smacked around. Blair sighed as she entered her and Chrissy's room. Her clothing was scattered throughout the room and Chrissy was nowhere to be found. She knew her best friend had a fiery streak, like her. Blair turned as she heard soft footsteps behind her. Janey stood in the hall, looking at her with her big brown eyes. Her lip quivered and she fell into Blair's arms who hugged her tightly, blinking back tears. "Why do you have to go?" Janey asked in a whisper.
"I'm sorry Janey. I wish I didn't."
"But you don't have to."
"I want to though."
"But I need you." Janey said, almost in tears.
"You still have me." Blair whispered.
"If you ever need me, I'm here for you okay?" Janey nodded slightly. "I'll come visit you." Blair said, in hopes to cheer the eight year old up.
"Do you want me to help you pack?" she sniffed.
"Yeah, that would be great." Blair smiled gently. The two slowly began picking up Blair's clothing that had been thrown around the room. Blair sighed unhappily as she made her way to her bedside table. She picked up the photo frame that contained a photo of her and her mother. Blair was 8 then. The same innocent age as Janey was now. The two were smiling. No signs of death behind her mother's eyes. They were bright, lit up. Instead of the cold staring eyes she had seen when she walked in on her dead picked them up and carefully put them in her bag.
Then she pulled out her suitcase from her wardrobe and packed all her clothing into it. 20 minutes later and the two girls had finished. Blair looked around, taking in every last bit of it. She sniffed. She wanted Chrissy. She knew that the blonde was angry at her, but it wasn't as if she hadn't left before. But this time was different. Even Blair knew it. She wouldn't be coming back. This would be the last time she stood in this very place. She turned to face Janey and hugged her tightly. The younger girl wrapped her arms around her waist. Blair kissed the top of her head before pulling away and grabbing her bag and suitcase. "Blair." She heard someone say shakily and turned just in time as Chrissy pulled her in for a hug. Blair could feel her tears soaking her shirt. "Chrissy. I'm not gone. I'm just leaving. I'll come visit." Blair murmured as a few tears escaped her own eyes.
"You better." She said back.
"I promise."
"Cross your heart." Chrissy ordered and Blair did. Janey let out a sob and Blair squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted this to be easy, on everyone. Maybe she wasn't making the right decision. Maybe she should just stay. But she couldn't. She had to move on. And like she'd told them, she would visit. She wouldn't just disappear. So picking up her bags she made her way out the door and down the stairs, leaving Chrissy holding a distraught Janey in their room.
She trudged down the stairs and stood outside Mrs Nichol's office as Tim was still in there filling out forms and such. She knocked on the door uncertainly and the older woman opened it, smiling kindly at Blair. "Come in dear." She said, holding the door open for her. She left her bags at the door and sat back down, plastering a smile on her face. "Now Blair, I need you to sign this." Mrs Nichol pointed at a blank line on a piece of paper covered in words that she had no intention on reading. As Blair took the pen to the paper Tina sighed. "Blair. You're meant to read it first."
"Why. I want to go. I don't really care what it says." Tim gave her a warning glare but she ignored him. Signing the paper and giving it back to Mrs Nichol who shook her head slightly. "Okay, you can go now."
"What. So it's like official now?" Blair asked.
"Well no. We still have to wait for the judge."
"Oh. When do we know?"
"Hopefully next week." He replied, not that he really had a clue. After all he hadn't ever been in this situation before. He thanked Mrs Nichol who smiled warmly at him and moved around and hugged Blair. "You be good." She warned and Blair nodded. Tim picked up one of Blair's bags and she picked up the other. As they made their way out the front door Blair could feel everyone's eyes on her and she hurried out. But before she got in the car she turned and looked up at the proud building and smiled sadly. Looking up at her bedroom's window she saw Chrissy staring down at her. She lifted her hand in a wave and Chrissy waved back, wiping her eyes. "Can we just go?" Blair asked as she got into the car. Tim looked at her but pulled out onto the road and began the drive back home.
Home. It was weird to think of. A permanent home. Somewhere she could go and call home.
Home sweet home.
Next chapter up in the next couple of ideas. I think I know where this is heading, not sure on how many more chapters. Gonna try and go for 20+ Hmmm we'll see...
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