The cool summer wind whipped hair around her solemn face. A man reached for the girls small hand, but she stubbornly refused, preferring to hold onto a small notebook. Anyone passing would think that it was a grandfather picking up his daughter for summer vacation.

Which course wasn't the truth at all.

"Ellie?" the man spoke to her as if she was a person, with none of the frills that people usually used with small children.

She glared back with a reproachful look. The man sighed; he was used to dealing with children who hated him for taking them away from their hometown, children who would never forgive him for taking them away from their last bit of security.

To say the least, it was one of the less pleasurable parts of his job.

In fact, he hated it.

However, it was necessary. He was taking her to an orphanage, after her parents had died in a fire.

"Now that you are in a new place, it is crucial that we change your name"

The heat of her glare cranked up a notch to full blown loathing.

"Now, why don't we discuss possible ali-"

He was cut short by a swift kick in the leg. It was the kick of a child, more anger then strength, but the sheer rudeness alarmed him.

"Go to hell! I don't want to be anything other then Ellie" her voice was surprisingly womanly for such a child. He found it elegant, the voice of a poet.

Again the man sighed. She was acting on pure emotion now, not caring about the consequence of her actions.

A poet indeed.

Rubbing a hand over his face he sighed. He had been at this job for to long, and now he felt nothing but a tiered hopelessness.

As the girl looked away, he saw some of that same hopelessness in her eyes to.

"Listen Ellie… I… I understand. You just want to be the same"

Of course, this statement was breaking psychology rule one, never say you understand. It just makes the patient angry.

He felt he needed to say this though, so he kept speaking.

"We don't have to give up Ellie completely, look, you can be E."

"Its not the same" she sobbed out

"I know it isn't honey, I know it isn't".

I could end with a scene of a girl walking into a car; I could end with a new life.

I wont.

Instead I will end with the picture of a girl and a man crying, saying goodbye to the old lives they led.

for more on E see there are 26 letters of the alphabet.(it's narrorated by her) Love ya!

- blameless