"Gosh darn it that stupid Rosbif!* Made me drink too much."Francis grumbled to himself as he stumbled drunkenly down a dark street.
He noticed that there was a small figure peeking out of an alley entrance down the street, then as quick as it appeared it disappeared.
"Quel était ce*!" exclaimed Francis as he (as fast as he could while being drunk) ran, stumbled, to see what it was.
Approaching the alley entrance he slowed, tripped, and peeked around the corner to see a small girl that appeared to be no older than five years' of age "Mademoiselle, what are you doing here on this dark and dreary evening? Are you waiting for your family, non?" he asked the small girl whom seemed very distressed and puzzled.
She shook her head her short blond hair causing it to whip to and fro "I have no mommy or daddy" she said looking very upset.
Francis felt his heart ache for this small girl "No worries mon chere grande frère,* Francis shall help!" he boasted.
Her face seemed to light up with happiness when he said this."Then will you be my big brother and take care of me forever and ever and ever!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Oui" he replied.
"Yay! I have a big brother now!" she shouted happily dancing about the alley.
At that time I did not know what possessed me to take that small blue eyed angel home with me.
….And that is how my story begins
Translations:
Rosbif is a French insult for British people
Quel était ce What is that!
No worries Mon chere Grande frère Francis shall help No worries my darling, big brother Francis shall help
A/N: Omigosh Squee first chap up! Anywhos' I will explain almost everything next chapter. ~Gwyn signing off
