Disclaimer- nothing much has changed from the last chapter. Well,I hope you enjoy!
With a police escort, Angel made her way back to her hide-out, which was, to Angel's relief, Joe-free. She walked around and packed up the few things that she wanted to take with her,which was only a few pairs of clothes,what money she had,and her mother's hairbrush. As she was picking up a crate, she heard a meow from behind her. Turning around,she realized that it was only Peril.
Peril was a grey kitten with a white left back paw and jade eyes.While walking down an alley a week ago, Angel had come across a meowing garbage bag. When she opened it up, she found four kittens colored orange and black. She had put them in a box and gave them away to orphans. As she was about to throw the box in a dumpster, she heared weak meowing coming from inside. Curiousty getting the better of her, she looked inside.
And she had found Peril, the runt of the litter. He was weak from not being fed. Deciding to take him home, she put him in her jacket and zipped it up so he wouldn't fall out. She fed him milk from an eye-dropper and he'd slept on her pillow that night.
Angel scratched him behind the ear and smiled when he started to purr. She put him into her jacket, and him still being two weeks old, sunk into it. Watching the officer out of the corner of her eye, she went back to packing.
Later that day, they finally told Angel where she was being sent.
"NORTH CAROLINA!," she screamed, incredously.
"Yup. What's wrong,little Angel? Not like being away from the big city?" asked Jones, with a smile on his face.
"Hey Jones, why don't you take that clipboard and stick it up your-"
"Now,now," he cut in. "Let's not have such words from little girls. You'll be leaving in ten minutes. Bye-bye, now."
"Yeah, I'll miss you like a pain in the-"
"Language, little Angel," he said in a cheerful tone.
As they led her out of the office and to the airport, she still couldn't believe that she was going to North Carolina. All the memories about her childhood rushed back to her in a flash. She still couldn't decide weither this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Several hours later, she was being escourted down the street in a police car. They parked in front of a shabby-looking two story house. When they knocked on the door, a dumpy woman with greying brown hair answered the door. Inside, a dog was barking it's head off.
"Ah, this must be Angel," said the woman in a cheery voice.
Angel didn't say anything but just looked the woman up and down. Deciding not to say anything to offend the woman in front of Inspector Jones, she kept her mouth shut.
"Well, come in,dear. I'll show you to your room," and with that said, she rushed Angel into the house. As the door closed, she heared Inspector Jones chuckle.
Up the stairs,Angel was led by her hand. There was something about the woman that you just couldn't help but like her, but Angel just shook her head at that and mentally put up her defences. As always, she wasn't going to let this woman get close to her, the same she did to all people, except Joe.
"Here's your room, dear," the woman said gently. "Feel free to move anything around that you want. I'll call you for dinner in a few hours. You probally want to rest for a while,so I'll leave you to it. How old are you,dear? I'm afraid that they didn't tell me your age."
"Fourteen," Angel said simply.
"I have a son around that age," replied the woman,beaming with pride."His name is Charles. You can call me Dotty."
"Right," said Angel with sarcasm that Dotty seemed to miss. As she walked into the room, she turned in circles to see all of it. The wall paper had little roses and ivy vines, so much like that of her old room. The bed was a queen size with a cream-colored comforter and pattern to match the wall paper. There was a chest of drawers beside the closet. On top of the chest,hanging on the wall, was a square mirror.
Angel looked in the closet. All that was there was uniforms that consisted of navy skirts, long sleeve button-up shirts, short sleeve button-up shirts, navy vests with a school's creast, and shiny button shoes. Slamming the door, Angel scoffed. Like I would wear that garbage, she thought.
Unzipping her jacket, she let Peril fall onto the bed. She then sat down in the middle of the floor and dumped out her backpack. She folded her clothes and put them in drawers. The few novels that she had went into the bedside table drawer. She put her walkman on the chest. She threw her dirty clothes into the hamper by the door and kicked off her shoes. Taking the few rags that she brought with her, she put them in the bottom drawer and made a bed for Peril. With tender care, she put him in the drawer and watched him curl up and fall asleep.
She flung herself onto the middle of the bed and stared at the ceiling. Life had been bad, but this was crazy. Did Dotty say something about a boy? She couldn't recall. Well, it probally didn't matter. Life sucked. Maybe soon she could get out of here and live on her own, the way she wanted to live. And without realizing it, she drifted off to sleep.
A woman screamed. Who was that? Angel looked around. She was outside of a hotel. The woman screamed again and there was a gunshot. Then the woman screamed," Run Angelina!" and another shot rang out. Suddenly Angel was running and everything went blurry. She heard banging and jerked back to wakefulness.
Looking around,she didn't reconize where she was. Then everything came back to her. She remembered where she was and why. But the banging was something that confused her sleep-fogged mind.
She got up and walked to the door. She saw Dotty's beaming face and remembered something about dinner.
"Are you hungry,dear," Dotty asked in a gentle voice.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," said Angel in a voice that implied that she didn't know exactly what she was agreeing to.
She followed Dotty down the steps and into a dining room. There was a big table with delicious-looking food. Wondering weither other people would be joining them or not. Without speaking,Angel pulled out a chair and sat down.
Spooning food onto her plate,she wondered if Dotty did say something about a son or if she just imagined that. And as if by the will of Angel's thoughts, the door suddenly opened and a teenage boy's voice called," Mom! I'm home! Are you here?!"
Not knowing what to do, Angel just sat there and continued eating. Dotty called back that dinner was ready and that she was eating. Then the boy came into the dining room.
He was tall and resembled Joe a great deal in looks and build. His eyes were green and his hair was dark brown,like his mother's. He stopped and stared at Angel in surprise.
"Who's this," he asked his mother,pointing at Angel.
"Now Charles," said Dotty in a calm voice,"it's not nice to point. This is Angel. She's the girl who was going to be staying with us. Now have a seat and eat."
"When they told us that we were going to have a foster child,I didn't expect...well,that," he said,pointing at Angel once more.
"Yeah,well," said Angel,"you know what,you keep talking and I'm going to shove my foot so far up your--forget it.You're not worth my time." She got out of her chair and went back to her room. As she left,she heard Dotty scolding Charles. She smiled to herself.
When she got to her room, she closed and locked the door. Pulling off her shirt and jeans, she looked for some p.j.s. When she couldn't find one, she pulled out one of Joe's t-shirts that she had brought with her. The shirt was grey and came down to her knees. She pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed.
"Good night, Peril," she said on a yawn. Before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep.
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Well,please review. I'm going to stop writting disclaimers for now. It's actually getting annoying. Just review after every chapter,please.
With a police escort, Angel made her way back to her hide-out, which was, to Angel's relief, Joe-free. She walked around and packed up the few things that she wanted to take with her,which was only a few pairs of clothes,what money she had,and her mother's hairbrush. As she was picking up a crate, she heard a meow from behind her. Turning around,she realized that it was only Peril.
Peril was a grey kitten with a white left back paw and jade eyes.While walking down an alley a week ago, Angel had come across a meowing garbage bag. When she opened it up, she found four kittens colored orange and black. She had put them in a box and gave them away to orphans. As she was about to throw the box in a dumpster, she heared weak meowing coming from inside. Curiousty getting the better of her, she looked inside.
And she had found Peril, the runt of the litter. He was weak from not being fed. Deciding to take him home, she put him in her jacket and zipped it up so he wouldn't fall out. She fed him milk from an eye-dropper and he'd slept on her pillow that night.
Angel scratched him behind the ear and smiled when he started to purr. She put him into her jacket, and him still being two weeks old, sunk into it. Watching the officer out of the corner of her eye, she went back to packing.
Later that day, they finally told Angel where she was being sent.
"NORTH CAROLINA!," she screamed, incredously.
"Yup. What's wrong,little Angel? Not like being away from the big city?" asked Jones, with a smile on his face.
"Hey Jones, why don't you take that clipboard and stick it up your-"
"Now,now," he cut in. "Let's not have such words from little girls. You'll be leaving in ten minutes. Bye-bye, now."
"Yeah, I'll miss you like a pain in the-"
"Language, little Angel," he said in a cheerful tone.
As they led her out of the office and to the airport, she still couldn't believe that she was going to North Carolina. All the memories about her childhood rushed back to her in a flash. She still couldn't decide weither this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Several hours later, she was being escourted down the street in a police car. They parked in front of a shabby-looking two story house. When they knocked on the door, a dumpy woman with greying brown hair answered the door. Inside, a dog was barking it's head off.
"Ah, this must be Angel," said the woman in a cheery voice.
Angel didn't say anything but just looked the woman up and down. Deciding not to say anything to offend the woman in front of Inspector Jones, she kept her mouth shut.
"Well, come in,dear. I'll show you to your room," and with that said, she rushed Angel into the house. As the door closed, she heared Inspector Jones chuckle.
Up the stairs,Angel was led by her hand. There was something about the woman that you just couldn't help but like her, but Angel just shook her head at that and mentally put up her defences. As always, she wasn't going to let this woman get close to her, the same she did to all people, except Joe.
"Here's your room, dear," the woman said gently. "Feel free to move anything around that you want. I'll call you for dinner in a few hours. You probally want to rest for a while,so I'll leave you to it. How old are you,dear? I'm afraid that they didn't tell me your age."
"Fourteen," Angel said simply.
"I have a son around that age," replied the woman,beaming with pride."His name is Charles. You can call me Dotty."
"Right," said Angel with sarcasm that Dotty seemed to miss. As she walked into the room, she turned in circles to see all of it. The wall paper had little roses and ivy vines, so much like that of her old room. The bed was a queen size with a cream-colored comforter and pattern to match the wall paper. There was a chest of drawers beside the closet. On top of the chest,hanging on the wall, was a square mirror.
Angel looked in the closet. All that was there was uniforms that consisted of navy skirts, long sleeve button-up shirts, short sleeve button-up shirts, navy vests with a school's creast, and shiny button shoes. Slamming the door, Angel scoffed. Like I would wear that garbage, she thought.
Unzipping her jacket, she let Peril fall onto the bed. She then sat down in the middle of the floor and dumped out her backpack. She folded her clothes and put them in drawers. The few novels that she had went into the bedside table drawer. She put her walkman on the chest. She threw her dirty clothes into the hamper by the door and kicked off her shoes. Taking the few rags that she brought with her, she put them in the bottom drawer and made a bed for Peril. With tender care, she put him in the drawer and watched him curl up and fall asleep.
She flung herself onto the middle of the bed and stared at the ceiling. Life had been bad, but this was crazy. Did Dotty say something about a boy? She couldn't recall. Well, it probally didn't matter. Life sucked. Maybe soon she could get out of here and live on her own, the way she wanted to live. And without realizing it, she drifted off to sleep.
A woman screamed. Who was that? Angel looked around. She was outside of a hotel. The woman screamed again and there was a gunshot. Then the woman screamed," Run Angelina!" and another shot rang out. Suddenly Angel was running and everything went blurry. She heard banging and jerked back to wakefulness.
Looking around,she didn't reconize where she was. Then everything came back to her. She remembered where she was and why. But the banging was something that confused her sleep-fogged mind.
She got up and walked to the door. She saw Dotty's beaming face and remembered something about dinner.
"Are you hungry,dear," Dotty asked in a gentle voice.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," said Angel in a voice that implied that she didn't know exactly what she was agreeing to.
She followed Dotty down the steps and into a dining room. There was a big table with delicious-looking food. Wondering weither other people would be joining them or not. Without speaking,Angel pulled out a chair and sat down.
Spooning food onto her plate,she wondered if Dotty did say something about a son or if she just imagined that. And as if by the will of Angel's thoughts, the door suddenly opened and a teenage boy's voice called," Mom! I'm home! Are you here?!"
Not knowing what to do, Angel just sat there and continued eating. Dotty called back that dinner was ready and that she was eating. Then the boy came into the dining room.
He was tall and resembled Joe a great deal in looks and build. His eyes were green and his hair was dark brown,like his mother's. He stopped and stared at Angel in surprise.
"Who's this," he asked his mother,pointing at Angel.
"Now Charles," said Dotty in a calm voice,"it's not nice to point. This is Angel. She's the girl who was going to be staying with us. Now have a seat and eat."
"When they told us that we were going to have a foster child,I didn't expect...well,that," he said,pointing at Angel once more.
"Yeah,well," said Angel,"you know what,you keep talking and I'm going to shove my foot so far up your--forget it.You're not worth my time." She got out of her chair and went back to her room. As she left,she heard Dotty scolding Charles. She smiled to herself.
When she got to her room, she closed and locked the door. Pulling off her shirt and jeans, she looked for some p.j.s. When she couldn't find one, she pulled out one of Joe's t-shirts that she had brought with her. The shirt was grey and came down to her knees. She pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed.
"Good night, Peril," she said on a yawn. Before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep.
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Well,please review. I'm going to stop writting disclaimers for now. It's actually getting annoying. Just review after every chapter,please.