NotReallyVriska

A Rose on Baker Street - Chapter 1 “I love you, Mom.” “Luv ya, sweetie!” I got into the lady’s car, my suitcase filled with my favorite clothes, my knitting bag closed and in the crook of my arm, my violin in hand. It filled the back seats. “Can I sit in front?” I asked the social worker. “Sure, honey.” I moved to the front of the car and sat down, shut the door, and buckled up. Then, it hit me. I was leaving my childhood home for the first time in a long time. Sure, I went to public school, but did that really count? We never went on vacations, I always ordered my clothes online or