All she could do was cry.
The letter still scrunched up in her hand, Skye through her pillow across the room. She scrunched the letter up so hard that her long fingernails pierced through it and began to dig into her palm. He read the letter one last time:
"Dear St Agnes Orphanage
We are terribly sorry but we cannot take care of Skye any more. She has become a handful and we no longer care for her presence. We will drop her back at the Orphanage this Friday.
Mr and Mrs Smith"
"Why does everyone not want me?" she asked her duvet. "All I did was to climb out of the window to get some fresh air." The Eight year old sobbed into her duvet, the tears rapidly streaking her face. There was a sudden knock at the door.
"Skye? Skye sweet heart, are you in there?" The angelic voice of Sister Julianne rang through Skye door. She dabbed the tears from her eyes with her sleeve and replied.
"No." Sister Julianne creped open the door and stepped into Skye room.
"Skye sweetheart, what's the matter?" The Sister said, worry weaving through her voice.
"Will anyone ever want me?" The Sister sighed.
"I want you Skye. You know that." Skye just sobbed harder into her covers. Sister Julianne rapped her arms around the poor girl and made a silent prayer:
"Please Lord, Let someone foster Skye. She has a good heart and is a sweet girl.
Please,
Amen"