I woke up the following morning disorientated, because I was expecting to find myself back at home and with my sister. I sat up suddenly, remembering that Peter was going today.
I got up quickly and went through to find him. He was packing his stuff when I went into his room.
"My foster family phoned up a few minutes ago, they're collecting me now and are on their way" Peter told me.
I threw my arms round him. "I'll miss you Peter" I said.
"I'll miss you too" Peter admitted. "I'd rather we went together but I don't think the foster family want two kids"
"I'll be okay" I told him.
There was a knock on Peter's bedroom door. Peter opened it and Mike was there.
"Are you ready to go Peter? They're here" he said.
Peter nodded.
"I'll help you carry your stuff if you want Peter" I offered.
"Thanks" Peter said shyly. We walked downstairs together and hugged near the door.
"Promise me you'll keep in touch" I said. Peter gave me his new address so I could write to him, before his new foster parents took him away.
