Ice Blue Eyes
Chapter 1
"No, they're not gone, they can't be gone, and they'll come back, they have to come back…"
I sat there rocking myself back and forth muttering these words over and over. Since the police came to Eleanor's house and picked me up I refused to speak to anyone. I was about to restart the rocking when I heard a knock on the door and an officer walked in.
"Hello Isla, I'm Agent Wells. How are you doing?" the lady looked like a worker who should be with children not me.
I looked at her with so much hatred and fear in my eyes I saw her back up a bit.
"It's okay; I'm not going to hurt you. Is there anyone here you would like."
"My parents" I whispered firmly.
"Honey, they told you this morning, your parents were murdered last night" she spoke sympathetically to me like I was six.
"NO! Their coming back for me! They always come back for me." And so the rocking began.
"Isla I'm so sorry but Mrs Brole is here from the orphanage, she would like to speak to you."
I didn't reply to her, I just kept muttering adding in "I'm not an orphan… I'm not an orphan…" I heard the door creak open again and watched as a strict looking women entered the room.
"Hello Isla, my name is Mrs Brole and you will be living with me and the other orphans for a while."
"I AM NOT AN ORPHAN!" I yelled at her
"Young lady, do not take that tone with me. Another outburst like that and I shall refuse to take you home."
"I want to go back to my home."
"Well of course you need to get your belonging and all of your clothes. We leave in fifteen minutes, be ready." She sighed exasperatedly.
With that she left and sure enough fifteen minutes later I was being dragged from the police station and into her car. She drove in silence and I stared ahead until we got to my house. I ran inside and up to my room where I grabbed all my clothes and a few things including the only thing I have ever cherished; my photo album.
The next week was hell. The kids all hated me and Mrs Brole looked like she wanted to strangle me. 6 days after I had arrived, I was called down to my room and Agent Wells and another police officer were there.
"Isla, we found the man who murdered your parents, his name is Wayne Shrode. We tracked him down to an apartment but he left out the window and is currently on the run. In his apartment we found evidence for the murder and his plot to kill you. For your protection we are putting you into protective custody where you will be sent to the US for a while. We don't know how long but if you find someone who might want to adopt you, go with them; this isn't the best place for you right now. You leave tomorrow."
"Wait!" I found my voice after a week in silence to be slightly croaky. "You're sending me to America! For pretty much the rest of my life!"
"Unfortunately yes, you have no other family alive so this is your only option." She spoke sympathetically, great another one who just pities me.
I stormed out of the room in fury.
That's how less than 24 hours later I found myself on a plane to Seattle. Seriously they couldn't find an orphanage in a sunnier place? LA? New York? Nope, rainy, boring Seattle.
When the plane landed, I was ushered to collection and was then driven straight to the orphanage. When a lady walked out of the building I could've sworn I heard her mutter "not another kid". Still when she got to us she faked a smile.
"Hello! You must be Isla! I'm Sierra, you've come just in time, tomorrow we have 4 couples looking to adopt!" she squealed happily. Four less kids for her to worry about no wonder she's thrilled.
The house was filled with little kids; I was the only one over 12 years old. That's it! It's official: I am never going to be adopted and my life is now ruined. I left the room and trudged up the stairs to find only one empty room. Taking it as my own, I simply lay there until I fell asleep. It felt like only 5 minutes later that I was being woken up by little Joseph.
"Sierra says you gotta get up and get ready. People are here soon" he told me excitedly with a smile on his face.
"Okay Joseph run along now." I snapped at him. He ran away quickly.
Rolling my eyes, I put on my white skinny jeans, with my aquamarine off the shoulder top which complimented my ice blue eyes, straightened my light blonde hair and put on my wedges. Sierra approved my outfit and appearance and rushed me downstairs for when the couples got here.
First to come were a young couple who automatically caught Joseph's eye and whisked him away to talk. Next an older couple who wanted to see the nursery children. Then a single woman came into the room and 4 year old Mackenzie stole her heart.
I was losing the hope that was barely there by the time the last couple came. They were Native American; the man was huge and attractive while the woman was small yet beautiful despite 3 long scars down the side of her face. They looked at all of us and the woman kept glancing in my direction, she and the man had a little whisper conversation and then came up to ME!
"Hi, I'm Sam and this is my wife Emily. We were wondering if you would be interested in having a chat with us." He spoke kindly with a gruff voice.
"Of course, we can go up to my room if you like" I suggested with a small squeak.
They agreed, so up we went. Sam and Emily sat on the bed and then we sat in an awkward silence while they looked at me expectantly.
"Um, my name is Isla Crystal Lawson and I'm 16. I completely understand if you want someone younger…" I began babbling when Emily cut me off.
"Nonsense let's just talk shall we. So how long have you been here for?" she spoke softly.
"I arrived here yesterday from England, I was sent here for protection."
"Protection?" asked Sam.
"My parents were murdered you see. And they haven't caught the killer yet, so the Police sent me here for pretty much the rest of my life" I finished with an exasperated sigh.
"You poor thing come here." Emily pulled me into a bear-hug, which Sam soon joined in on. I already liked them.
They asked me more questions some random like favourite colour (lilac), what I like reading (TMI, HP, THG, TFIOS), good movies (Harry Potter and horrors), even my favourite flower (purple freesias)!
"Is there anything else you would like to tell us about?" Sam asked.
"I should probably warn you that I love singing, dancing and cheerleading. So if you see me doing random flips, dances or if I burst into song you know why." I warned generously.
They burst into laughter and I felt my cheeks darken.
"Don't worry I'm sure you'd brighten up the place. Excuse us for a minute." Sam replied.
They left the room and I had to tell myself to not get my hopes up, they probably wanted someone younger. A good 15 minutes later they came back into the room with Sierra.
"Good news Isla! Sam and Emily wish to adopt you!" she shrieked.
"Really!?" I shrieked back twice as loud.
"We would love to have you! If you don't mind of course?" Emily confirmed.
"I would love for you to adopt me!" I gushed.
They went to sort out the paperwork as I got my things together. I suddenly thought of something.
"Hey Sam," he turned around "where do you live?" I questioned curious.
"In La Push, it's a few hours from here; near the beach and the forest."
"Okay" I said excitedly, I love the forest!
In under an hour, we were in Sam's truck and on the way back to their house. I could barely contain the excitement bubbling inside of me. Sam turned the radio on and Christina Perri's 'Human' came on the radio. I started singing it quietly.
At the end of the song, I heard clapping. Shocked, I looked round and saw that Sam and Emily were clapping me. I had forgotten they were even in the car!
"Sorry, I got a little carried away." I spoke shyly.
"Don't be sorry you got skill kid!" Sam replied cheerfully.
"Oh Isla that was beautiful!" Emily commented, her motherly side coming out.
"Thanks." I said with a smile on my face.
We sat in a comfortable silence, until I saw a 'Welcome to La Push' sign.
"Isla, were almost here"