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Umm…this is my first story! It's about wammy's house!

Lyza vermullin looked out the window of an orphanige called wammy's house. She just

gotten there from her home town in germany. She let out a board sigh. Why the hell she

shared a room with 2 boys she'd never understand, even if it was the only room

available! They told her another boy would be arriving shortly after her, Nate River?

Yeah, that was it, cool name! Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw the wammy

Mobile pull up! (what? They had a contest or something) She gave a wide smirk and

Leaped from her seat. Origianally she was headed to greet the boy who would get out of

the car, but ran into two boys…her first two roommates.

"sorry, Linda! Our room is a mess! Please be a little more careful- "

the boy with red hair and goggles was interrupted by a boy with long blonde hair yelling

something in Russian. She knew 30 different languages, Russian being one. That boy

should really watch his mouth! But instead of telling him that she gave him a taste of his

own medicine and cussed him out in german, her first language. Then turned to the boy

with goggles known as matt.

"My name is Lyza"

Matt was always having trouble with that!

"god, sorry Lyza…may I just call you Linda?"

"sure, no problem…and tell that guy to watch his mouth!"

she ran out of the room at full speed trying to catch nate before he walked in. The boy

with blonde hair said after Lyza was out of ear shot

"heh…you're terrible! You would have pushed her down yourself, if she wasn't cute!"

matt blushed a little at his friend's comment. He was right she was cute.

Lyza ran down the hallway to the stairs.

'ugh…I hate stares' she thought. She jumped the first 3 steps that went to the right and

slid down the rest that lead south tawords the door.

She shot outside at full speed stopping herself before colliding with nate.

"you're nate right? Well…of course you are! I'm glad you're here so I don't have to be new all by myself!"

"…"

lyza sighed and took his bags from roger.

"I guess you don't have to talk…now! But I have a feeling we'll end up best friends!"

nate examined her. Odd clothes. A short-sleeve orange shirt that stopped at her rib cage

with a purple an white long sleeve shirt underneath. She wore black jeans and despite the

fact it was December and there was snow on the ground…no jacket. No shoes. No socks.

But by her attire she must have come from a fairly rich family who could have easily

given her these things. And then it hit him that she must have come from a family that

hated her. Near wanted children when he grew up and he defiantly wouldn't deprive them

shoes, jackets, socks. Especially if he was rich, that would just be inhumane!

They had made it up the stares and down the hall almost to his room when lyza said

"I know 30 different languages…what do you speak? I take it the reason you're not responding is because you don't understand English, correct?"

"no I know English just fine"

"okay, then"

she smiled at him as they came to a room.

"this is our room, buddy!"

he turned to her

"our room?"

"uhh…yeah! It's the only room available at the moment. Roger is just hoping matt and mello are responsible enough to handle sharing a room with a girl. Roger has his doubts, 'cause these are the 2 worst trouble makers at wammy's. he told me to be careful of pranks and things they'll pull. Uhh…"

she paused

"he also said there might be…trouble…when they get older, but I'm not scared of much and it would probably thake a genius 2 years to figure out my worst fear!"

"trouble…whadda you mean?"

"you know, stuff guys do to girls when they…"

her voice trailed off and she blushed

"never mind!"

"oh"

he blushed too. He understood.

They walked into a room with only one vacant bed and nate climbed up to it. Two bunk

Beds on each side of the room. In the corner where nates bed was, three video game

systems, like…ten controllers. On the floor were video game magazines, chocolate

wrappers, tons of clothes! Lyza climbed up to her bunk. The to bunk opposite of near.

"hn…smells like chocolate, huh, nate?