Hello, so long time, no writing, huh?
I'm terribly sorry.. And of course the fact that this is super short probably takes the biscuit. Again, I can only apologise.
I don't really have any excuses. In all honesty I haven't been sure of what to write or happy with some of the stuff here. However, was suddenly struck by a it's-time-to-write-and-write-and-write mood today and so, lo-and-behold, some writing. Of course you may be scratching your heads, wondering when exactly you shall be reading something worthwhile here, well... it turns out that I finished editing everything pretty quickly... as and so this has changed from a massive apology to the next update.
Please note: I've gone through and edited/tweaked each chapter and one of the things that I've done is changed the foster dad's name from "John Pritchard" to the actual name of "Jim Pearson". Now I think I found them all, but I couldn't do a search-and-replace, so I'm not 100% sure. Therefore, if you see any please let me know. (Also, can we just take a minute to say that it's pretty cool - personally, to me in a totally that's-not-actually-cool sort of a way - that the name I chose was sort of similar to the actual name...Well, he ended up with the same initials...)
Okay, well enough time wasting, here's the next chapter (you've waited long enough)!
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
She didn't get very far before she regretted her decision.
In fact, she barely got past the front door. That was the moment when she first hesitated.
Think about what you're doing - is this really a good idea?
She shook her head, readjusted her bag and turned the handle.
Think about what you're doing - is this really a good idea?
She walked down the pathway to the pavement and headed down the road.
Think about what you're doing - is this really a good idea?
She turned the corner, kept walking. If she stopped then she'd end up turning back.
Think about what you're doing - is this really a good idea?
She stopped.
She turned.
She took a step back towards the one house she'd felt safe in.
She stopped again.
Think about what you're doing - is this really a good idea?
She wasn't sure.
She stood still for a moment, unsure as to what her next move should be - as much as she wanted to stay at the Fosters', she knew she couldn't. Besides, she reasoned with herself, even if I did go back, it's not like I'll be there much longer - there's no way that I can avoid the consequences of what I told them.
A single tear fell down her cheek as she turned once more and headed back down the street.
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