Ripped at the Seams

This is a story about four children. They have had a difficult life; their father died a few days before their mother ran away and since then they have been taken into care. After years apart they arrange to meet up. This is what and how it all happened. Hope it's good. Xx
PS. the sole purpose for this novella was for the Keren David 'Salvage' competition but it expanded as I enjoyed writing it!!


5. Fern

Name Fern Chloe Princeton

Birthday: 12th March 1997

Age: 9

Foster Parents: Timothy and Lauren

Area to live: Liverpool

Date signed: 16th December 2006

Signature: Timothy Simons      Lauren Simons


Lissa became increasingly happy at the house with Isabella, Timothy and Lauren but I wasn't.
I longed for Hattie to come back and look after me; to kiss me goodnight and play pretend games with Sadie and Pip. Isabella despised games like that and Lauren wasn't very good at imagining adventures like Hattie had. Lissa seemed to forget about our previous life. She didn't seem to be the same twin that I had known before. I can't quite place my finger on why that is but I knew something had changed in Lissa.
Every night for the next few years I cried myself to sleep. I missed William as well but I knew, deep down in my heart, that I was fortunate because I did have Lissa with me. The others had no one. William was the youngest so he deserved someone with him more than I did or Lissa did. I wished Hattie had been able to go with William. Then we could have stayed closer, maybe be in touch still.

* * *

At my new school I was bullied by a tall, bulky girl who had loads of friends, was on every sports team, was the cleverest in my class and had an older brother who acted as a DJ at nearly everyone's birthday parties. She was called Natasha and she absolutely hated me. At first it was just names like 'Ferbie' and 'Baby cakes' and she teased me about not having proper parents. How she found out I don't know. I had never mentioned being fostered by Lauren and Timothy. Unless Isabella had told Natasha; she was spiteful towards me. Lissa said Isabella resented us for barging in on her and her parents but it wasn't as if we chose to join their family.  Then it became more serious with her hitting me and punching me at break times or lunch times and after school. I didn't know what to do. The most I wanted was for Hattie to come and make it better or for William to fight her. They were brave and would be able to comfort me successfully. I just knew it. Oh! If only they were with me and Lissa.


* * *

I hadn't bonded with Lauren or Timothy very well so I didn't feel as though I could talk to them about it. And Lissa was doing so well that I didn't want to burden her with my troubles as well as the ones I knew she must have already. It couldn't be easy for her to be living in this new place with so many new things to get used to.
To escape from it all I became a book worm. Hattie had loved to read and now I did too. I hid from Natasha in books and delved into the characters to escape my real feelings. I had never understood what people meant when they said reading was a break and it relaxed them but now I knew exactly what they were trying to say. I also wrote poetry. Poems about my life before Papa died, reflecting on the past and poems about adoption, the way it doesn't always work out, how you feel like you are the odd one out and a misfit in the family you are dumped into.
For the next ten years I lived in the shadow of Lissa, and most likely Isabella too. I ate, slept, studied hard and read. It was a never-ending cycle which pleased me. There was no way I would rather be when coping with the situation.
Now I regret that. I wish that I had told someone about Natasha or that I had run away to find Hattie or William. That I had been brave and stood up for myself. That I had made a new image for myself when I began my new life as Fern Simons, sister of Lissa Simons.


* * *

Fortunately Lissa wrote to Hattie when we were nineteen and she was just turning twenty-two to try and meet up with each other. Personally, I can't wait. It's been too long already since we saw each other. To be exact we haven't met since we were split up. I need Hattie and, despite being much older now, she is still the sole person able to help me.

It would be great to see her and William, if they agree to come and meet us. There are so many tales to tell, stories to discuss and truths to explain about why we were split up. I think only Hattie knows about the real reasons. Lissa, William and I were 'too young.'


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