Chapter 9 Moving out
Danser saying my name awaked me, there was a phone call for me, she handed me the cordless phone, and I heard Doctor Goodwin on the other end.
"Hello Dr. Goodwin, how are you?" I asked I am fine Farseena, how are you feeling? He responded back. Farseena, is there any way that you can come to the Mystical Creature Center to sign papers to adopt Erica, her parents have told me that if no one adopts her then they are going to take her back, and I do not want her to go back to them. I was told over the phone
"Well I would have to ask my sister. Does it mean she has to come home with me today?" no some one is going to come and inspect you home. You do have a place that you are living right. Are you in you in your apartment yet? "No I am moving in today and should be settled in tomorrow." Good well I will call you in a couple of days and see if you are in your apartment. I will send some one to inspect things, have a good day Farseena, I will talk to you soon "Thank you Dr. Goodwin Good-bye" I hung up the phone and stood up and handed the phone to Dasner, I stretched and started to my room, to start packing the few things that I had. I was just about done when I heard a knock at my door. I looked over at the open door, and there was Cornelia.
"Farseena, are you really going to be leaving?"
"Yes, Delia I am leaving, I will not be far, and I am just moving to my apartment, I will not be far. You can always come and see me." I said.
"It will not be the same." Cornelia complained, "You are not going to be here, I will not get to see you everyday." 
"I know, but after I get into my apartment, you can come and see me anytime you want with your mother's permission." I bent down to Cornelia’s level and I smiled as I tucked her hair behind her ear. “I promise you will be able to come and see me, and I will make sure that I come and see you” I stand up and smile as she looks up at me. I grabbed my things off my bed, and reach for her hand, I walk out of the room closing the door behind me. I walk down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Danser was in the Kitchen baking cookies; I could smell the sweet smell of chocolate.
"Chocolate Chip Cookies Danser?" I asked her
"Indeed Farseena, I was baking them for you, so you could take them to your apartment. That way you can have a little taste of home."
"Thank you Danser, that was very sweet of you." Danser just nods and contiuines to bake. I sit at the table and just watch her. She looked like a slave, as she rushed back and forth between the oven and the counter. As soon as she was done, she packed up the cookies in a plastic container and placed a lid on it.  She set it on the table and walked out of the room, leaving a mess; she walks back in the room with a bigger container and puts more cookies in it. She cleans up the mess that she made while baking the cookies, and then turned to me.
“Ready?” She asked me
“More ready than I will ever be.”
“Good now grab your things and I will meet you in the car, and don’t forget your cookies.” I grabbed my stuff and started for the car. I was a little scared on what I was getting myself into, I was not sure what to expect. I wanted to be free and be on my own so I could adopt Erica, but I was not sure if I was ready. I climbed into the car and Danser was already there waiting.
“Now” She began as she backed out of the driveway. “I will help you for the first couple of weeks until you can find a job” I nod the next thing I know she was pulling into an apartment place. She gets out of the car and starts to the door; I get out and look around. Not sure what to think of the neighborhood. I look up at Danser as she was starting to my new door. She was climbing up some stairs. She got to the top. "Coming?" She asked me at the top for the stairs. I nod, and start my way up the stairs. Danser slowly started to unlock the door and stepped in side. I followed her into the apartment.  I set my things on the table and looked around. It was very roomy.  There was plenty of room to move around. I started walking around just looking at everything. There was a large kitchen and dining room area, the living room and large bedroom.
"Dasner there is only one bedroom and I am supposing to adopting some one in a few days. How are these conditions going to help me get Erica?"
“Don’t worry there is another room. Right over there” Danser points to the corner of the living room. There was another small room that looked very roomy. I walk over to the small room and look around. The room was little but it seemed to just right for someone starting out and adopting, a little girl. Danser’s cell phone started to ring, she jumped and answered it. ‘Hello? Yes, ok, alright sounds great, ok take care yup ok bye-bye now’ I heard her say.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“That was Peter; he says that he is going to get dinner on the stove for me. I left him a note to call me and I was going to be late coming home because I am helping you move. He is also bringing over some stuff for you, for you apartment. We have a mattress that you can have. I think we have everything you may need to get started.” Danser pulled out a list jotted down on a piece of paper. She handed it to me, and I read through it. I read it to myself. Mattress, sheets, pillows, blankets (winter/summer), curtains, couch, coffee table, table/chairs. I stopped reading and looked up and Danser.
“Do you really have all of this stuff? That I can have?”
“Yes we do, it is all from our house when we moved in. It did not match our other funturie so we stored it away, Peter is bringing it over.” Danser responded. I nodded and looked around at my new place some more, Danser was not too far behind me, she was watching me like a hawk, like I was a kid in a candy store. I looked toward the door and I see Peter standing there with a large box in his hands. I walked over and opened the door. Peter hands the box to me,
“What is this?” I asked
“This is all the linens that you are going to need for you and Erica.” 
“Oh ok, thank you Peter.” I set the box down in the living room and turn to Danser, “I think I will be fine, is there anymore boxes?” Danser nods, Peter goes out to the truck and grabs more. I start to dig trough the box that I but on the floor, Peter walks in with a mattress. He drags it over to one of the rooms, and sets it on the floor. Peter walks out of the door to grab the other mattress. I continue to look through the box on the floor. I came across some old tattered up sheets of tiger print. I had a flashback to when I was a little girl going to the zoo and seeing the tigers and then my mother taking me out to the mall and buying me a new room. I was remembering the year that we redid my room when I was 13. Peter walks back in with the mattress, and sets in the other room. I took the sheets walked into room that was right off the living room in the corner, the one that Danser had pointed to I started to make a bed with the tiger print sheets. I went back out and dug trough more boxes and found my tiger comfutoer. I was remember my old room and tried to make everything on what I remember about my room. It was not an easy task; therefore it was not the greatest. I put my bed against the wall and made up the bed. As I was making the bed, Peter and Danser walk in with a couch they set in the corner of the living room and walk back out the door. I continue to unpack my things and finding places to put them all. Every passing minute seemed to fly by, by the time I was done decorating my room Peter and Danser were all done unloading the truck.
“Farseena!” I heard Danser call from the other room
“Yes,” I asked as I started my way out of my room.
“Everything is all set and ready to go, you can move the furniture any way that you like, but the furniture and pots and pans that you may need to cook with are all here. I suggest that you go see if you can find a job tomorrow. That way you can get the money to pay for your expenses. Do you need anything else?”
“No I think I am all set. Thank you Peter, Thank you Danser.” They both nod and Danser come up to me and gives me a hug, “Good luck Farseena, and may god be with you.” I nod she lets go and starts out the door. Peter approaches me and hands me a small square box.
“This is for you” he said as he gave it to me.” I take the box from Peter and open it; it was a cross with Jesus on it. I smile as I take it out of the box.
“Thank you Peter, I will make sure I take really good care of it.” I put the cross around my neck and give Peter a hug. “You take care now, and if you need anything do not be afraid to call.” I nod and he walks out the door.
I am left alone in my new apartment. Looking around there seemed to be boxes everywhere. I started to unpack some more items I am thinking about how things are going to work out in my new lifestyle.

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