Justine Littlewood

"Daddy where are you?" Ten year old Justine Littlewood thought for herself when she sat in the lounge, in her home. Her dad had left her alone a few hours ago. He´d said he back at five, now it was half past six. Steve- Justine´s dad, usual came late, but not this late. And Justine was about to get worried.

Suddenly, she heard a car, and she heard someone drive into the driveway. The next minute Steve came in to the lounge.

"Where have you been?" Justine asked angrily."Have you any idea of how worried I´ve been? You said you were only going out with an old friend, but somehow, I have a feeling that´s not true."

"Honey" Steve slowly began to speak. "I´ve had a meeting with a social worker."

"A social worker." Justine interrupted."But dad, why?"

"I have had some trouble dealing with everything since your mum left." Steve said. "With work, you, and everything. It will just temporarily solution. But I´m….I´m sending you to…."

"You´re sending me to a care home. Aren´t you." Justine said.

Steve nodded and said.

"It´s a place called Stowey house…..It´s a really nice place, I´ve been there and checked it out. The care workers are really nice people…I´m sure you´ll make loads of new friends there. And I´ll come and visit you every week…I promise. By the way, I bought you this." He raised his hand, which held a small package. Justine opened it.

"It´s a clock." She said. And sighed, but she wasn´t going to show Steve how sad she was.

"When will I be going there?" Justine asked.

"Tomorrow" Steve answered.

"I´ll go and start pack my stuff then." Justine said, and went upstairs. When she came in to her room. She opened her wardrobe and grabbed her suitcase, putted it on the bed and started packing

The next morning, Steve and Justine sat in Steve´s car on their way to Stowey House. Justine just looked out the car-window and refused to talk to Steve. Then Steve drove into a driveway of a big house. Justine told Steve to just leave, and then she took her stuff and started walking up to the house.

She rang the doorbell and walked into the house, there was a dark-skinned woman just in front of her.

"Hi" the woman said. "You must be Justine, I´m Jenny,"

"I´m Justine." Justinse said quietly, so that no one would hear that she was crying. "My dad´s left. Because I told him to go. Where´s my room?"

"Follow me," Jenny said. I´ll show you your room."

Justine followed Jenny upstairs and through a hallway. Then Jenny opened a door and Justine went in to a room, which was painted of a terrible, light green color.

Justin threw her suitcase on the bed, and then started unpacking.

"You want help?" Jenny asked

"No." Justine answered. "Leave me alone."
"You´re sure?" Jenny asked, cause she noticed something was up.

"I said leave me alone," Justine said, turned around and pushed Jenny out the door, and closed it. Then she started unpacking, but after just a couple of minutes, she fell down on the floor, sobbing unstoppable.

"Dad." She whispered. "Why did you leave me here?"

Then she heard a knock on the door.

"Go away Jenny," she shouted. "I said leave me alone."

The door opened anyway and a blonde girl, about the same age as Justine came in.

"You´re OK?" she asked.

"What does it look like?" Justine asked.

The girl sat down on the floor next to Justine and putted her arm around Justine´s shoulders.

"It will be okay." She said. "You´ll see."

When Justine had stopped crying they both stood up.

"I´m Louise by the way." The girl said.

"I´m Justine." Justine said.

"Do you want help unpacking." Louise asked

"No." Justine said. "I just want to be alone for a while."

"Alright." Louise said, I´ll be right next door if you need me."

When Louise had left, Justine sat down on her bed.

"Maybe I could like it here." She thought. "If I get used to this place."