Purpose.

Part 1.

Penelope's pov.

Everyone says life has a purpose, but what's my purpose? In the space of a month I've lost everything, I was put into care, taken away from everything and everyone I knew. My amazing father was framed for a crime he didn't commit, murder. He was framed for murdering some young lady. I didn't know her name, I didn't want to. Whoever killed her, slit her throat, then planted the knife in one of my fathers bedroom draws. The police didn't find any of her DNA on my father, or his clothes. But they was still convinced he was a murder. He had no connection to the lady either. You're probably thinking 'how does she know all this?' I know this because I worked with my father after school and during the weekends, I was his assistant so I took his calls, I knew who he was associated with. My father and I was best friends. I was devastated when he was sentenced to 20 years in prison. Every time I close my eyes I see his beautiful face staring down at me, you could see the love in his dark brown eyes. His hair was brown, short and extremely soft. His smile, that would light up a room. Most teenage girls normally hate their dad but I was brought up to be close to mine. You're probably wondering about my mother. My mother had turned to alcohol, drugs and violence after my dad was sentence. She started to hit me, where no one would see. But then she lashed out and slashed my face with a knife. I was in hospital for a week until my face healed, luckily now I don't have a massive scar. That's why I was taken away from our mother. I see her face every time I close my eyes too, but this time I don't see my beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed mother I use to love. I see a monster. I despise my mother now. We grew up in Chelsea, in a big beautiful home, now they've taken us away from there and moved us all the way to australia, melbourne. They wouldn't tell us why we moved to the other side of the world. But as well as them moving us away from home, family and friends, they've also put my beautiful baby sister into a different care home. She is my world. I've brought her up as my own. I washed her clothes, feed her, got her ready for school, took her to the park, everything. I'm going to miss her beautiful little angelic face, her beautiful big blue eyes, short brown hair with ringlets in it, her laugh.

I glanced round the box room in the care home. Plain light pink walls, a double bed with a white frame, a big white wardrobe, a white bedside table and white dressing table/desk. You could say this room is VERY white. I'm not complaining though, I am a girly girl, I can make this room my own. Not that I would need too, I've just turned 17 so in less than a year I could rent my own flat for my little sister, Gabriella and I. I looked around the room again seeing my hole life all packed away in boxes. 'Where do I even start?' I thought to myself. I glanced around the room once more, 3 big suitcases of my clothes should be unpacked first. I opened the first one, it was full of all my old dance clothes. I pulled out the first one, it was a dress the top was dark pink with about 1000 crystals on it, it has a U neck and 3/4 length sleeves, the bottom half was silver was more crystals on. It was my favourite dance outfit because it was the one I wore when I came first place for the first time, last year. I put all my dance clothes on the right side of my wardrobe. All my other clothes, like vest tops, t-shirts, leggings, trackies, pj bottoms, shirts, jeans, jumpers and cardigans went on the left side. I had two draws underneath the wardrobe so I put all my underwear in them. I stood up and look around the very messy box room, I hadn't made it any tidier, I had just made it worse.

I was about to start unpacking my awards and photos ect, when my social worker knocked on the door, I turned and looked blankly at his face and turned back around. "We was thinking you could take Gabriella to the park over the road, before you have to say good-bye." He said. The words 'good-bye' went through my head like a bullet, it made knots in my stomach. I could feel a lump form in my throat. "Fine." I whispered. "Let me get changed." I said slamming the door in his face. I got changed out of my dirty ripped jeans, vest, and grey hoodie. I pulled out some black leggings, black cow-girl boots, a black vest and a blue flowery shirt, I got changed, put my long, brown, wavy hair into a messy bun. I didn't bother putting on make up. I went down stairs into the office, where my sister and her care worker was sitting. Immediately my sister jumped off her seat and ran towards me. I knelt down so I was her level and let her ran into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up, her still in my arms. She wrapped her legs around my side. I looked at her beautiful face for a second. "Be back in one hour." Gabriellas care worker said. "Fine." I snapped. I put Grabriella down, took her hand, i walked out of the office, over the street to the park as soon as we crossed the road I let go of her hand and she ran for the swings. She was wearing little white strappy shoes, white frilly socks and a pink dress. She waited by the baby wings, because she is so little she couldn't get in them on her own. I lifted her up on the swing and started pushing her. She kept giggling and kicking her legs attempting to go higher. After 10 minutes she got bored, I lifted her out of the swing, she ran to the climbing frames, she was so happy here. When we're in parks like this it reminds me of home, we used to always go to the park with our father. "Pennie!" Gabriella shouted. "Coming!" I shouted back. I walked over to the climbing frames. "Gabbie, come here" I said. She got off the climbing frame and walked over to the bench I was sitting on. I pulled her onto my lap, and just looked at her beautiful face. "When will I see daddy again?" She smiled. I felt a lump form in my throat, "well you see, daddy is going to be away for a while" I said. "Why?' She said looking sad. "Because he's away, he will always love you. Never forget that" I said kissing her cheek. A tear fell down my cheek, I wiped it away before saying "You have to go away too, you're going to live with children your age." I said. "With you" she said. "No, I'm sorry" I said, I started to cry. "Why" she asked. "You will know once you're older, I will always love you. You're my world. Don't forget that!" I said. I took the 'P' off the chain of my neckless, took off her 'G' neck less and put the 'P' on her neckless. "See this" I said holding up the 'GP' neckless. "It stands for Gabriella and Pennie. As long as you have this ill always be with you" I said. I put it around her neck, then kissed her cheek again. She started to cry herself. "Please, don't cry" I said. I wiped the tears away. "I wuv you pennie" she said. "I love you too" I said. I picked her up and headed back to the care home, it was prison in my eyes though. I was about the leave the park when I noticed some boy staring at me. He had straight brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, the most gorgeous tan. He was wearing red chinos, with a black and white striped jumper, grey beanie with head phones around his neck. Not going to lie, he was beautiful. I shot him a little smile before turning back round, crossing the street and back into the prison. I walked into the office handed my sister over to her social worker. "Look after her." I said sternly. She shot me an evil look and left with Gabriella. I walked them to the door watched them get into the car and I watched them drive off. I couldn't help but feel worthless, now I really am on my own. Without a purpose.