Sisters, forever and always

MEG P.O.V
my palms are sweating.

I feel sick.

Dizzy, I can't think straight.

Everyone looks at me from a distance, like I have some disease.

No ones spoken to me.

I've been thrown in here, and caused all this drama.

Well, Kat has.

There head care worker is a bitch. None of them like her.

She doesn't show up to any meal times. She stays locked away plotting.

god I need to get out of her.

I stand and gain my balance.

Throwing my book onto the bed.

I pull iopen the my door and walk quickly down the stairs ignoring everyone I pass.

I push open the big back door and let the cold air hit my skin.

Im in leggings and a long sleeved tee shirt, no shoes or socks.

All j I know is the witch has gone to court and it has something to do with Kat.

And that thought makes me feel phisically sick.

I begin to shiver.

But iwalk in the opposite direction of the door, away from warmth.

Further in to the garden.

It's a big place, not bad really.

But so much sadness inside, the youngest kid here is 4.

it's so sad.

I sit down on the frosty stones by a pond that's been fenced off.

Parts of the water is iced over. But I catch the occasional glimpse of orange.

The fish are swimming around. Happily. I don't reckon they no any different.

Do fish get cold?

I mulling this over in my head when I head a voice behind me.

"I bought you a jacket..and shoes."

I think her names Jessica? I don't know. She's same height as me, and same age I think. She's got long brown hair and is very pretty.

Shes got chestnut uggs on with black leggings and a barbor wax jacket.

She holds out my warm fur Parker and a pair of uggs.

"Thank you." I take the Parker and slip in on, pulling up the fur hood. "But those uggs aren't mine, I don't have any."

"I know, there mine." She holds them out. I look at them, then at the ones on her feet. There exactly the same, why does she have 2 pairs of shoes that are the same.

"I don't know what size you are, but I reckon they'll fit." I take them and slip my numb feet into them. They sink into the sheepskin.

"Why do you have 2 pairs the same."

"My dad sent them.." She says bitterly.

"Oh.."

"He doesn't want anything to do with me..can't even remember what he sends. But he wants to keep a "good relationship with me""

"so why are you here if you have a dad?"

"Same reason your here..even though you have a mum."

How did she know this?

She must read my expression because she sheepishly adds,

"I heard, them talking when I was outside the office."

"Oh okay..yeah well my mum doesn't buy me things." I say, I feel slightly envious.

"Well my dad does, and you have a lovely new pair of boots!" She grins.

I smile back and resume my seat on the ground. She places herself next to me.

"Listen I'm not here to pry.."

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