Disclaimer- Yet again 7th Heaven isn't mine.oh and I don't own Better Homes
and Gardens either.or Adidas.okay basically I don't own anything in this
story!!
A/N: Sorry this took so long to update!! I was busy during vacation and then got tons of homework, so SORRY!!!! Oh, and before you tell me I'm making stuff up, the house of dreams is fake but there's one like it in Connecticut-I swear- I googled it :-D
Ruthie stepped outside the terminal. The crisp autumn air surrounded her. She stood there for a second, savoring it, but then she remembered she had to do something. She took out the photocopied map of Boston and looked closely at it. She sighed, realizing her destination was twenty blocks away, and she had no money for a taxi or the subway. She gingerly moved forward, threading her way through the think crowds. She silently said a prayer to thank God about her small size. A while later, Ruthie found herself looking at her final destination, The House of Dreams. She had done some research, and found that their was a house in Boston that housed runaway, non-criminal teenage girls. She originally was going to get a rundown apartment, but even that cost too much. So, she was going to get a job for extra money, cause she didn't know if you needed to pay or anything, and get a makeover so no one would recognize her. She was pretty sure she didn't have any distant relatives here, but she couldn't be positive. She stepped inside, suddenly becoming extremely shy. She saw there was a big front desk, with a plump, older women reading Better Homes and Gardens sitting there. "Hi," Ruthie practically whispered, approaching the counter. "Oh, hello, what's your name?" the women at the counter replied very cheerfully. "Ruthie Camden, and yours?" Ruthie replied, her confidence slowly returning with the woman's friendly smile and cheerfulness. "I'm Brenda, I own this place. You are runaway, right?" Brenda told Ruthie. "Yeah, actually. Can I stay or here or." Ruthie questioned. "Of course! That's why we're here!" Brenda exclaimed, "In fact, we have a roommate for you! She just came, you'll love her!" Ruthie smiled, knowing she was going to like Brenda. Maybe this thing would work. Brenda was telling her now how they wouldn't give information to the police or anything, and though they did encourage girls to go back to their homes, they could stay there as long as they wanted. Ruthie knew that this would be the best thing that ever happened to her. ~*Back at the Camden House*~
"Okay, so Ruthie was wearing a blue ski jacket and jeans?" Detective Michaels asked Annie and Eric again. For the past two hours they had been asking consecutive questions.
"Yes, and Adidas sneakers," Annie added.
"Okay I think we have everything, unless you know anything else, like the reason she left?" Detective Michael asked, hinting that he knew there was more.
"Well." Annie began, "there is something."
"We need all the information we can," the detective prompted.
"We have treated Ruthie rather.unfairly. a lot," began Eric.
"Oh?" a surprised Detective Michaels said.
"You see," began Annie, "Ruthie isn't our child. She's my deceased brother's child. That's why her complexion is so much darker than the rest of ours. Years ago, my brother and I had a major fight, and we didn't talk for years. He said some very, very hurtful things, which to this day I can't bear to repeat. A couple years later, thirteen years ago in fact, he and his wife died in a car accident, leaving a small child with no one to care for her. What could I do? I couldn't very well put her out in the streets! I took her in. Unfortunately, she has served as a living reminder of my brother and all the things he said to me. So, I treated her harshly. Now it seems stupid, how I treated his daughter wouldn't change it, and anyways, his daughter's not him. But, it's too late now," Annie finished, sobbing.
"Wow," thought Detective Michaels. "Well, thank you. I'll see what I can do," he said, giving an encouraging smile to Eric and Annie.
A/N: You like? Longer? More detail? Please review!!!! Reviews make me feel happy, and when I'm happy I write :-D
A/N: Sorry this took so long to update!! I was busy during vacation and then got tons of homework, so SORRY!!!! Oh, and before you tell me I'm making stuff up, the house of dreams is fake but there's one like it in Connecticut-I swear- I googled it :-D
Ruthie stepped outside the terminal. The crisp autumn air surrounded her. She stood there for a second, savoring it, but then she remembered she had to do something. She took out the photocopied map of Boston and looked closely at it. She sighed, realizing her destination was twenty blocks away, and she had no money for a taxi or the subway. She gingerly moved forward, threading her way through the think crowds. She silently said a prayer to thank God about her small size. A while later, Ruthie found herself looking at her final destination, The House of Dreams. She had done some research, and found that their was a house in Boston that housed runaway, non-criminal teenage girls. She originally was going to get a rundown apartment, but even that cost too much. So, she was going to get a job for extra money, cause she didn't know if you needed to pay or anything, and get a makeover so no one would recognize her. She was pretty sure she didn't have any distant relatives here, but she couldn't be positive. She stepped inside, suddenly becoming extremely shy. She saw there was a big front desk, with a plump, older women reading Better Homes and Gardens sitting there. "Hi," Ruthie practically whispered, approaching the counter. "Oh, hello, what's your name?" the women at the counter replied very cheerfully. "Ruthie Camden, and yours?" Ruthie replied, her confidence slowly returning with the woman's friendly smile and cheerfulness. "I'm Brenda, I own this place. You are runaway, right?" Brenda told Ruthie. "Yeah, actually. Can I stay or here or." Ruthie questioned. "Of course! That's why we're here!" Brenda exclaimed, "In fact, we have a roommate for you! She just came, you'll love her!" Ruthie smiled, knowing she was going to like Brenda. Maybe this thing would work. Brenda was telling her now how they wouldn't give information to the police or anything, and though they did encourage girls to go back to their homes, they could stay there as long as they wanted. Ruthie knew that this would be the best thing that ever happened to her. ~*Back at the Camden House*~
"Okay, so Ruthie was wearing a blue ski jacket and jeans?" Detective Michaels asked Annie and Eric again. For the past two hours they had been asking consecutive questions.
"Yes, and Adidas sneakers," Annie added.
"Okay I think we have everything, unless you know anything else, like the reason she left?" Detective Michael asked, hinting that he knew there was more.
"Well." Annie began, "there is something."
"We need all the information we can," the detective prompted.
"We have treated Ruthie rather.unfairly. a lot," began Eric.
"Oh?" a surprised Detective Michaels said.
"You see," began Annie, "Ruthie isn't our child. She's my deceased brother's child. That's why her complexion is so much darker than the rest of ours. Years ago, my brother and I had a major fight, and we didn't talk for years. He said some very, very hurtful things, which to this day I can't bear to repeat. A couple years later, thirteen years ago in fact, he and his wife died in a car accident, leaving a small child with no one to care for her. What could I do? I couldn't very well put her out in the streets! I took her in. Unfortunately, she has served as a living reminder of my brother and all the things he said to me. So, I treated her harshly. Now it seems stupid, how I treated his daughter wouldn't change it, and anyways, his daughter's not him. But, it's too late now," Annie finished, sobbing.
"Wow," thought Detective Michaels. "Well, thank you. I'll see what I can do," he said, giving an encouraging smile to Eric and Annie.
A/N: You like? Longer? More detail? Please review!!!! Reviews make me feel happy, and when I'm happy I write :-D