She stepped of the train into the warm sunlight and the cool breeze and the leaves flowing with the wind around her. Yes, it was definitely autumn and soon it would be winter.

She loved winter, seeing the clean white look it gave she always felt as if anyone could start fresh after winter, well, nearly everyone.

Lorraine Winters was nearly 17 years old, and was full of more wisdom and experience than a 16 year old should have. She started walking with her bags towards the road written on her bit of crumpled paper she was given from the Orphanage.

As she walked she wondered about her new family and what they would be like, she was told it consisted of a Father, Sick Mother and a Sick Daughter. The mother had some sort of sickness that made her weak and she couldn't have more children. The father had retired shortly after the war was over, and lived off a handsome inheritance from his Father, who had owned several companies before the war and during the first great war, and was very wealthy. The daughter had some strange sickness, that weakened her muscles very slowly and eventually she would die from it. Lorraine had been told that she had so far lost the use of her legs and was in a wheelchair.

Lorraine thought about what they might be like and figured that they must want her more as a servant than anything else because it was basically unheard of children being adopted at her age. Lorraine had been in so many different homes over her life time and they were all the same, within the first week it was pretty much established that you were either there to be a personal servant or to work to earn money for the family. Since the war 10 years ago, there was beginning to be a clear division that you were either broke or rich, not in between, there was no in between. Which meant a lot of children were adopted for work , and it was good for the orphanages, it meant that they had less hungry mouths to feed.

So, hence she figured she was going to the Sanderson family as a servant because if they were rich then they wouldn't need what megre earnings she could earn. Being a rich family meant she would probably have to wear a uniform, and would probably be expected to never get it dirty! The daughter, she was told was a year younger than herself. So, Lorraine figured she must be there to wait on the daughter and probably act as some sort of sister. She carried on walking up the road she turned onto a while back, swapping her suitcase into her left hand as her right arm was beginning to get sore and tired.

Lorraine continued walking up the road, until she saw over the small rise the driveway winding into the trees, and a flash looking marble and gold letterbox, with 'Sanderson' written on it above the letter hole. Lorraine again switched hands with her suitcase, thinking why is this case so heavy considering that she didn't have a lot of belongings at all! She turned to walk up the driveway, and saw a tall well dressed man with sandy hair and a modern brown suit walking towards her.

Lorraine stopped and put her small but rather heavy suitcase on the ground and wiped her hands on her clothes as the man approached her so she could shake hands with the man. "Hello, Lorraine?", Said the man in a firm but nice voice. "Loraine Winters?", He said reaching out to shake her hand. "Yes, you must be Mr Sanderson?", Lorraine smiled at him. "Yes, I am.", He said with a firm tone, "Let me carry that for you," He said reaching out to grab her suitcase for her.