Collision
Peter stared out of the window into the smoky black night. He could vaguely make out lines in the sky where planes had passed above. The house was still as always, apart from the faint tapping of rain against the window pane. He longed to be outside right now, to feel the rain fall against his skin. He was sat on his window sill just staring, wishing, hoping, imagining.
Every now and then a car zoomed by, making Peter jump. It was inspection day tommorow, the day when want-to-be parents come looking for the child of their dreams. He would never get chosen, a sixteen-year-old trouble causer? Not a chance. Deep down, he only wanted the attention, to be noticed, to be heard or seen, He didn't want to be known as a menace. Peter shut his window and leapt into bed. Pulling the cover up to his chin, he began to dream. At that moment, he didn't know what lay ahead the very next day. He hadn't a clue who he'd meet, or what he'd see. He would just have to wait and find out.
The sun rose at 5.35 in the summer, it was bright and blinding. It was strongly relied on to wake up the orphans. Peter took his time to get ready in his sunday best, and slowly walk down the stairs. A family had already arrived to take a child away. A tall man with light blonde hair stood with a ginger-haired woman. Two children were in front of them, around Peter's age. Peter sat on the stairs watching the mysterious family, the girl, who was small and had locks of black hair, stared bak at him. She' beautiful, he thought as their eyes locked.