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Selina ran down to the stables with a bag full of apples. Ever since she and Violet had discovered the abraxans their first year all alone in the stable the two always made a point to head down and see the little things. Upon entering the stable she saw a boy who looked distraught. She looked closer and noticed it was Chris. Her face automatically fell and she walked over to him. Without another word she just hugged him tightly.
The two stayed like that for a few moments and then she pulled away. Her eyes scanned the room for the bag that she had dropped. It was across the room so she jogged over and opened the bag. She looked for the letter in tha bag until she found it. Once it was in her grasp she walked back over to Chris and handed it to him.
"This was for me, but I think you should read it."
Christopher hugged Selina tightly. He hadn't hugged someone in a long time, and it felt so nice. Like for just a moment, the world was being lifted off of is shoulders.
She got up and sprinted towards a bag pulling out a letter. The young lion squeezed his eyes shut; a small groan escaped him. He really didn't want to read anymore letters right now. He'd read his own letter enough times for a lifetime, but this seemed urgent. Selina must've been showing him something either to make him feel better, or to tell him something. But first..... He pushed the letter back towards her, leaving her with a confused look on her face while he fished around in his own bag. He knew her present was in there, but now wasn't the time. Not yet, anyway. He pulled out a letter of his own, this time in a sickly pink envelope covered in beautiful, fancy writing. From his mother. He thought she should read it before he asked her a big question. So she would know what she would be dealing with if she agreed.
SPOILER!!: Letter
Christopher,
You should've received the news about your dad by now. He's dead. He left you and your sister some stuff in his will, but since you're only coming home for the funeral, I've decided you won't need it. It's just money and some of his freak history stuff he liked so much. I'll just be selling the crap and keeping the money. You freaks at the school won't need it anyway. I'm moving in with a new, erm, friend of mine and selling Brian's house and everything else he had. We're close, my friend and I, let's just say. I guess you'll have to stay with us, but don't get your hopes up about coming into a proper normal home. You can stay in the garage. No. The chicken coop. It's a big one, you two should fit. Anyway, point is dear, after this, you're going to an orphanage in London. You remember our promise, that you'll only go where I say. And I say it's to the orphanage, nowhere else.
~Mother
PS- Here's a hint of advice: Don't tell anyone about.... your problem, or that dreadful school of misfits, and maybe someone might actually consider taking you in. Be normal in your next life.
He sighed. The look of shock on Selina's face made him unable to stare at anything but his shoelaces.
"Look, I know you probably won't want to, for safety reasons and all, but I was wondering if you and Violet..... maybe.... wanted to come with me.... to... well...." He fiddled with his thumbs, choking out,
"Would you come to the funeral with me? I don't think I can stand it alone." There was no way he wasn't going to that funeral. Maybe he'd just find an old suit at a thrift store for very cheap and just go to a homeless shelter or a church or something? It'd be better than a big chicken house.