Chapter Seven

Clara sat on her bunk. She was at the home now. Some of the other teens had tried talking to her. But she ignored them. Clara didn’t want to talk to them. Her parents were both dead. How could she have any hopes? Maybe by next year, she would be in an adopted family.

          Clara then thought of how Agnes had freely given her life for that baby and Jason. That baby and family had been strangers to them. But she had given her life, so that they could have their baby. Where was Agnes in the hurricane? She hadn’t talked to her during the whole trauma.

          Forget it. Agnes was still helping her. And if Mom was still alive, Agnes was probably helping her. But Agnes had said that she would lose two loved ones because of the hurricane. Then again Agnes could have meant that one would die and the other was somehow alive.

          Jason continued to bang on the door. Where was Clara? A note fell to the ground. “Oh no!” breathed Jason. He didn’t want to pick it up. He already knew what it said. Jason ran back to the car. He could barely turn the keys in the ignition. The little Pomeranian in the back whined.

          He almost went way over the speed limit. It seemed like forever, but he finally got to the children’s home. He ran to the front. The lady sitting there looked at him. “What’s that Pomeranian doing?” the lady asked. “I need to see Clara Wildewood,” said Jason. “Sit in this room,” said the lady. “I’ll get Clara,”

          Clara looked up. The door had opened to the dorm. “C’mon Clara; you have a visitor,” Clara got up. Her face was red from crying. “You need to wash up first,” said the lady. Clara walked into the Lady’s Room. But even water couldn’t take away the pained look on her face.

          “Hurricane Ike is almost nothing now,” said the lady. “Hurricane Ike took my parents,” said Clara. No more was said. They turned into the room. Clara ran to Jason. “Why didn’t you stop them? You said that you had everything under control!” Jason bowed his head. “It’s my birthday, my parents are gone, I end up in the children’s home, and you come in with a Pomeranian!”

          “This Pomeranian is for you,” said Jason. Clara looked at the light brown dog. She held it in her arms. “Thank You Jason; and I am sorry,” she said. “It’s okay,” said Jason. “I’m going to adopt you,” said Jason. “It’ll take a while, but maybe they will let me take you out of here,”

          Clara looked at Jason with surprise. He was going to adopt her? That was just crazy. How would that work? But she remembered Agnes’s message, “Go with the flow,” Okay Agnes, if that’s how it’s supposed to be. Thought Clara.

          Clara waited. Jason received his first pile of paperwork towards adopting Clara. He would be allowed to take Clara out in a few days, but she would be checked on often.

          Everything had turned out alright. Agnes had guided them through the whole hurricane. She was with them. Even right now, she was with Clara and Jason. Clara knew in her heart that Agnes would stay with them.

The End