"Sir, are you sure you want to adopt Bella?" The woman looked at Chief Charlie Swan. Her dull eyes peered over her spectacles.
"Yes I am quite sure that I want her to become my foster child." Charlie did not hesitate at all. He wanted to give this girl a good life.
"There are some complications with her. She will not speak and tends to shy away from any form of human contact."
"That doesn't matter, but….is there anything else I should know?"
"She keeps to herself and is a loner. Are you absolutely sure you would like to adopt her?"
"Yes, there is no doubt in my mind that this is the girl. I feel this is the right thing to do." Charlie looked sure of himself at that moment.
The woman called out the door, "Bella come here."
A girl approached quietly and stood in the doorway, while Charlie looked her over. She wore army green cargo pants and a long black sleeve shirt. Her black hair, stripped with neon blue, hung strait down, and her green eyes were quite indifferent. A dirty black backpack hung from her shoulders as she stared back at Charlie.
Just a preview of a story I am trying out. Think I should continue?
