So. Here comes finally the first chapter of the re- written version of my earlier story 'the orphan' this one is (As you can see) called little white lies, and have got some similarities and some differences from the original story. The OC's have got celebrity look alike's and the girl in this chapter is portrayed by Sabrina Carpenter.

Claire POV

"Luke, sit down and eat your food."

My son Luke was standing up with a straw and a napkin. Breaking small pieces of the napkin and blowing them out of the straw to hit and try to catch the attention of a blonde- haired girl that sat by the wall with a camera and took pictures a bit now and then of different people close to her in the restaurant.

"Luke! Sit down!"

At last my demanding got my teenage son to sit down and put that straw and the napkin on either side of his plate before he grabbed his fork and started eating. And while my dad had ordered two major bowls of different pastas for us all to share of different kinds. I could spot Luke longingly look towards Joe and Lily's children's portions with plain pasta and bacon.

For a moment I was so concentrated and somewhat angered by Luke not being happy with what he got I didn't notice the blonde- haired girl had moved from her spot on a bench by the wall and now stood by the table and shot one photo after the other. I noticed it was an instant camera because after shooting them she'd wait a while, and then pick out the photo from a printer in the camera before she stuffed it in her bag. A flowery- somewhat ugly thing if you asked me about it.

"Excuse me?" I actually didn't notice the girl stood right by us until dad turned to her and started talking. "But who are you? And why are you photographing us?" The blonde- haired girl didn't answer. But she pulled up the photographs from her bag. Threw them on the table by us and walked away. Crossed between the tables, and then walked outside and out of our sight.

"Who was that?"

Lily seemed to be the only one who took the chance to ask what we all wondered about out loud. And while we only could continue wondering one after one of us Dunphy- Pritchett- Delgado- Tucker's bent our necks upwards looking from our food to the point where we had last seen that blonde haired girl, and barely even noticed the waiter who came over to us.

"That girl have been coming over here a while every day for the last two weeks- since our Italian restaurant opened. She sits by the wall for a bit, goes over and take some photographs. Leaves them the photos she's taken. And then gets lost again, before she comes back the next day and does the same procedure again. No one have been able to get her name or the reason why she's here."

Some shrugs were shared between us by our table and Phil reached for the photos to check them out while we others returned to our plates and food. And when everybody had looked through the photos- no one was really interested in what they showed so we were on our way to keep them when Cam suddenly stated to have a feeling that we should keep them and stuffed them into his pocket while we were leaving the restaurant.

"Hey." A girl that seemed weirdly familiar, even though I couldn't quite place her walked up to us. "I'm doing a bit of research about the meals in this restaurant and first of all what is this?" She pointed to the boxes we had gotten to bring the food we couldn't eat. "And second of all. What do you have to say about the food here?"

"Well…" Dad seemed unsure about it but he started anyway and pointed to the respective boxes. "That's pasta with salmon pesto and those are pasta with chicken and mushrooms and…" He didn't have the time to say anything else. The girl grabbed one of the boxes with salmon pasta and quickly turned around to run in the other direction from us. Phil ran after her before any of us had the time to stop her and not until I could see the blonde hair that she'd put up in a ponytail flying after her and the colorful sneakers I realized this was the same girl as had been taking the photos inside the restaurant.

"PHIL" I shouted after and thanked God this was a restaurant put in our neighborhood and not around town- the three people who were looking at us weirdly was good enough. "PHIL IT'S OKAY. LET HER HAVE IT. PHIL…"

Several ones of us, I wasn't too sure who screamed when a car turned up from nowhere and for a split second we were all sure that it would hit the girl. Whoever she was. But the driver must have been standing on his brakes because the car stopped, in the very last second because it hit the box with pasta out of the girl's hands and sent it across the road. While the girl seemed somewhat unharmed and looked around and then ran off again before Phil could catch and stop her.

"Who is that?" Once again Lily was the only one who actually opened her mouth to ask the question out loud. "Doesn't she know that you're not supposed to run right out in the road like that without looking to both the right and to the left?"

Nobody answered, and Phil came limping back to us. God knows what muscle he had sprained from running after her like that. And the rest of the way back to our house where both dad and Gloria and Cam and Mitchell had left their cars, I had to support him more and more. But still, no one said a word. But it wasn't hard to guess what was circling in everybody's minds.

Who on earth was that girl?

Mitchell POV

During the afternoon and the evening I mostly let go of the girl we had seen outside the restaurant. I realized that we probably would never meet her again anyway. And worrying or wondering wouldn't change anything so I let it go. Cam was another story though, and he barely talked anything during the whole few hours from when we arrived back at our house and until we went out on a walk late at night while Alex had come over for the night and was watching Lily we walked through the blocks and actually. We didn't say much now either. At least not before…

"Mitchell. Look!"

I looked up from the sidewalk I'd been staring down into the last hundred meters and to where my husband pointed. And almost before I saw where he pointed. I could see in the light of the sun going down, on a swing on a playground. A person sat, and even with her dark form in front of the light sunset. We could both see it was the girl from earlier. And I just stopped in loss of thoughts about what to do.

"Why are you stopping Mitchell?" Cameron almost whispered, more wheezed. "We've got to go and talk to her. And find out who she is and why she did what she did." I still didn't move. I wasn't so certain about this. But when Cam just shook his head at me and trod over to her, I did nothing else then just watched. Even though for a moment, I was going to go over to them both and hear what they were talking about. Because I could see the girl trying to get away, and Cameron's lips moving.

And so she stayed, and I could see her lips moving. And for every times their lips were moving I would- even though I probably wouldn't admit it. But when Cameron shouted for me I was really relieved I'd finally know what they were talking about.

Girl POV

I wasn't sure about where I was, or how far away from home here was. I didn't even know how long I had been gone from my parents, brothers and sisters because I had lost track of days. But the last week or so, Christmas lights and ornaments had started turning up. By the roads, by houses and in stores. So I guess I must have been gone for a while. And I must be far away from home, anywhere I knew snow would fall at least a month or so before Christmas. And here it was still warm enough to go in T shirt at daytime.

Even though all of the so very long roads and ways I had been at, had sort of made me forget about what day I even left. And sort of made me forget about how long I had gone, or what way I had gone.

And soon I'd probably forget my name, my family and everything, forget my mum, my dad, my brothers and my sisters just like they should have forgotten about me by now. I didn't fit in with them anyway.

The two men seemed weirdly familiar when I saw them coming up the road and the sound of their voices woke me up from my dreams. I guess they were two of all of the people I had been shooting pictures of for the last few weeks… Or months, or years. I had kind of lost track of date and everything I knew was that I was oh my God so far away from home!

When the large man pointed towards me I gripped around the chain that was hanging the swing I sat on, ready to get up and run. Like so many times before. But I needed to wait and see what was going to happen. Even though, when the large man walked away from the red- haired one and came towards me the only thing that kept me from running, was a weird feeling in my body and mind that I shouldn't.

"Hey sweetie." When the large man came close enough to speak to me I jumped onto my feet and set off to run away from him. "No, no. Don't run. I'm not going to hurt you." Something made me stop and I didn't know what. But what I knew was that my stomach was roaring for food, my mouth and throat was dry from the dehydration since I hadn't had a drink in God knows how long. And my head was pounding while the rest of my body ached with every move I made.

"Who are you?" I asked and tried to hide the trembling in my voice. "What do you want with me?"

"My name is Cam- Cam Tucker."

Oh really. Did he think that knowing his name would help either me or him in this? Whatever he was trying to do, it wasn't going to help. He wasn't going to make anything better. Just give me two minutes and I'd be out of this too.

"What's your name sweetie?"

Sweetie?

Come on sweetie. You want to do this. I know you want to. And if you still don't then I'll make you want to.

"Get away from me." I ignored his questions and still held my vision on him in the corner of my eye while backing away and slightly glancing back towards the red—haired one down on the street. Glancing in that way didn't have me freeze though and slowly, slowly I still backed away from both Cam Tucker and the red- head.

"You don't have to be afraid, sweetie."

"I'M NOT YOUR SWEETIE!"

Every little piece of my whole body was as good as trembling now. And despite my loud memories and loud thoughts. Every little thing that came to mind that I could possibly say, I couldn't get one single word out of my mouth.

"What do you want with me?"

When a last, I could make more than a single moan come through my throat until my lips at last moved as I wanted them to. It was barely more than a whisper. And when Cam looked almost helpless and I could see his eyes moving from me, to his side, then back to me and to his other side while I tried not to care about the headache that was pounding beneath my skull.

"MITCHELL"

The sharp tone in Cam's tone when he shouted for the red head- obviously named Mitchell caused a flash of pain to go through my head worse than ever and while I lifted my right foot to back another step I felt the ground move under me. It was almost as if I was back on that swing. And I would have thought that it was an earthquake. If it wasn't for the fact that Mitchell and Cam didn't seem to have noticed. And in front of me, both they and everything else seemed to be spinning as well.

I tried to turn, and back, tried to run. Just anything to get away from these two men, and whatever they wanted with me. But soon I was so dizzy I didn't even know up from down. And when I let myself be surrounded by oh so comforting and welcoming darkness. I didn't even know if I was falling or if I was flying.

I just knew that I was safer than what I could ever have been if I had stayed.

So, the whole family have met this girl briefly. But doesn't know who she is since she ignores them when they ask for her name. She takes pictures. But they don't seem very interesting and she seems to turn up a bit here and there. It's almost Christmas and the girl herself doesn't know when or where she is, except that it's probably nearing Christmas. And if it's nearing Christmas, then she's got to be far away from home- since at home, there would have been snow by now.

Random fact

As it says in the summary. This is the re- writing of a story I had here before called 'the orphan' however, it does have both differences and similarities with the original story. And it took me like a hundred years to start this re- writing after I took 'the orphan' down.