Chapter 1
Mrs. Chris' point of view:
I was at the house. I just had put the boys and Stella to bed, and I was sitting in my chair and reading. It was raining outside, really much actually.
I was an old woman who had some kids, nobody wanted. It was a fun mix of kid. The eldest one was Stella, which was the only girl. She was eleven at this time. Sheldon was after her, and he was nine at this time. Danny was such a rebel, even though he only was eight. Adam was six at this time, so they were all kids. Stella was only girl, and that meant that she was really tough.
It was the first of November and it would soon start snowing. The kids loved the snow. But the snow also meant snowballfights and broken windows. At the summer it was footballs who broke them, but now it was the snowballs.
Someone rang at the door bell, and I got up and walked to the door. When I opened a girl standed outside. She was only 5 maybe six, and she had big brown eyes. Her hair was light brown and she was really cute. She was thin and hadn't eaten in a week or something.
At her hand she had a letter.
"Hello darling. Do you want to come inside?" I asked nicely. She nodded. She didn't anything at all, but I took her inside.
I helped her get her jacket off, and I really saw and felt how thin she were. She gave me the letter, and she said something. "Read this." Her voice was really small, and light. I took the letter and opened it. I read it.
Dear Mrs. Chris.
This is Lindsay Monroe. She's 6 years old.
Please take care of her.
She's from Montana.
Ano.
I looked at Lindsay as she was looking at my stuff. I looked at it and then at Lindsay. "Are you hungry?" I asked her, and she looked at me. "No." She said. "Tired?" She nodded. It was 11:30 PM and she was a child, so I understood. I lifted her upstairs and put her in my bed. I helped her take her clothes off, so she only had underwear on. I found one of Stella's old T-shirts and gave it to her. She took in on and lay down in the bed.
She fell asleep really quick.