*Updated as of October 2022 to make it one chapter.

Hello guys. I'm so sorry for the wait. Like I said by the latest chapter most of my stories right now are about to end. And while this and one more have got more left on them than I know, which is why I'm trying to update the ones that are being finished as much as possible. So I don't have as many stories I'm working on.

Then I also started one story- one called Too much bitten off to chew. Written because one- I broke a tooth. And two- my friend likes dentist! Fics so I thought I'd take the chance to write one. Since I updated this story last in the beginning of the summer, I finished buried deep within and I still love you. And a oneshot called turbulence.

Then, as the dumping ground series have been going on I have to say I was very surprised when, after I posted Taz's chapter there was a storyline with something called Diwata- I just chose a name that sounded good.

Then at last, here we are with a new chapter for Louise in the old Tracy Beaker series.

Louise Goven

Eight year old Louise was sitting on the bed in her room. Her cheeks and eyes were dry after being on a double funeral all day. But there just weren't any more tears to cry.

Louise's whole right leg- from the hip to the foot, was in a cast. After she had been in the car crash that killed her mum and grandmother only two weeks ago. They had been killed in a drunk- driving accident, even on the same street and same kind where Louise's dad had been killed before she was born.

Now here she was, in a care home in Pottiswood in England, she was an orphan. She couldn't live in her aunt's house because they were so many stairs, but aunt Iris was going to come and take her in a couple of months once Louise could walk in stairs again.

But still, aunt Iris just wasn't Louise's mum. And she could never replace whom Louise had lost.

XxXxX

Seven-year-old Louise Goven's eighth birthday was coming up…

And with the exact birthday being the exact day Louise was going to start school, there was a couple of days before it. With a couple of days until the end of August that Louise, her mum Isla and Isla's mum Mae were on their way downtown to get anything and everything Louise was going to need for the coming year.

"You do know now though…" Isla spoke to Louise on the way. "…That now you'll be eight. You must understand why it is that we can't do this as often as we'd like to. We're doing it right now because there's a lot of things you need now school starts. And upon that, it'll be your birthday so we can get things you want to…"

"I know mummy." Louise answered from the back seat. "I know we don't have a lot of money. But I'm really happy when school starts. And I know I need a lot of things for it. But I want all of those things too… And study all the time. And then, some time I'll be an adult and I'll be just as smart as daddy was and make as much money as he would have."

When Isla was pregnant with Louise, her husband David Goven had been killed in a drunk driving accident. Louise had therefore never met her dad, but Isla had done her best to tell her daughter about the architect he had been and how much money he would have made for them if he was alive. Instead it was only them two- including Mae and Isla's twin sister Iris. And, except for living paycheck to paycheck and sometimes eating only noodles several days in a row, they did good.

As they came closer and closer to town that one, fateful day none of them yet had any idea about what was about to happen. Still, the road where David was once hit and killed was coming near and it always made Isla's heart beat and she gripped tighter around the steering wheel.

"It's okay…" She whispered under her breath to herself. "….You know David was here one late night, he shouldn't have been… It was dark and slippery… Now is warm and light in every possible way. We're in no rush…"

And then she turned towards that one curve…

"It would have been nice if Aunt Iris could have come with us already now." Louise said from the back seat. "I know she's coming in to have dinner with us later but it would have been nice if she came with us the whole day."

"She had to work." Isla told her daughter, trying to keep her mind off the exact spot she was driving on. "She's a nurse, you know. She is taking care of a lot of people and she works a lot. Very hard and every day… But it will be nice when she gets there…" She turned the curve and then started whispering to herself again. "It's okay… You're almost through now."

The car was always very silent when driving right here. None of them could help but see in front of them how David had come around the corner, and been met by another car just where Isla was right now.

It was like that one curve had been cursed for the Goven's…

Isla had as good as stopped in the middle of the curve but kept driving for just one second… All the time she got left. She should have kept driving, but there was a black SUV coming from the other direction and it obviously didn't have any intention of stopping despite the red lights…

As in slow motion she watched as an arm came out the window of the car and threw something onto the road. Something dark green that was smashed into pieces towards the asphalt.

And after that none of the three in their car had the time to scream or even think. The driver of the SUV had an alcohol level of 0,09 in his blood and when Isla's car came around the corner in front of him he couldn't think to slow down. Isla had just turned and wasn't even given the chance to break before the crash…

It was on a road in broad daylight one of the nicest days, right before Louise's birthday one black SUV hit the front of a smaller, red Toyota- crushing the whole front along with the front seat, Isla and Mae…

And just like her dad had been killed in a drunk driving accident before she was even born. Louise lost also her mum and her grandmother were killed in the one way that scared them the very most.

XxXxX

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door, and a large, dark-skinned man came in holding a tray with some sandwiches, a muffin and a glass of juice.

"I'm not hungry."

"Try to eat some later then." Duke carefully sat down on the edge of Louise's bed. He must have known how Louise's heart was breaking, how she was just a little kid after all. But he just grasped for something at all that wouldn't be about just that. "You will, like everyone else here have your own room on the second floor when you can walk in stairs again… But we could put up some posters here on the walls, a girl named Adele can come and show you what posters we have." Louise looked away from him and he could have kicked himself- what did walls and posters mean now.

"It doesn't matter." Louise said at last. "My aunt Iris will come and get me as soon as my leg is healed and I can walk in stairs again. Then I can live with her."

It was just that Iris had already spoken to the social services. She had never wanted to be a mother. While she loved her niece more than anything else, she just knew she couldn't care for Louise. Especially not now.

Louise didn't know that, at least not yet.

She still thought Iris would come and get her as soon as she could.

Because she would…

Right?

I think it's for the best if I end it there…

Random fact (Although this isn't really a fact)

Don't drink and drive, people! Just, don't.