Lexi:My time to shine!
Alex:Hey guuuuys, us again!
Lexi:Don't know who we are? HOW DARE YOU?
Alex:You may wanna check out Round and Round, it was my debut into fanfiction and now this is Lexi's turn.
Lexi: This is called one day, inspired by staring at the cover of my Annie video for about an hour, how sad is that? I still have video's. He he.
Alex:So Read and then Review!
Disclaimer: Lexi owns nothing, (except the Annie Video (that was legally bought)).
The little girl sat on the window seat, her tanned skin and mocha hair were untouched by daylight, and her onyx eyes glowed with sadness. She stared out into the rainy streets on the other side of the glass. Everywhere people were rushing to get under shelter. Water splashed as a car drove down the cobbled street and ran over a puddle. Two little kids were splashing playfully in the streams of rain that had collected on the sidewalks. A woman came over and grabbed them both by their wrists an scolded them for acting so childishly. She dragged them away so they too could get away from the terrible weather. The little girl longed for that to be her. She longed to be outside, playing in puddles. She longed for her mother to come along and shout at her. She longed to be away from the dreaded place she was in; West Bridge foster home
Ten Years Later
"Rise and shine!" A voice boomed over the PA system. The four girls stirred in their sleep. Their bunk beds creaked with each movement they made. Two pairs of feet landed with a thud on the wooden floor. Although she had defiantly grown up, there was no mistaking that one of them was that sad little girl. She had fully matured since that day, the day the social had brought her to her foster home because her grandmother was too ill to take care of her. The girl ad been living with her grandmother for as long as she could remember, when she asked about her parents her grandmother would say, "They've had to go away for a while, but one day they'll come back for you.". She prayed each night that the day would be the next, but they never came.
The other girl was pasty skinned, with dark charcoal eyes and cropped black hair with teal highlights (or was it teal with black highlights? There was no telling).
"Good morning, Gwen." The tanned girl greeted one of her roommates. The girl grunted in reply and left the room, presumably to use the bathroom.
"Morning, Courtney." A blond girl chirped from behind her.
"Good morning, Bridgette." She greeted another roommate. Bridgette swiveled round in her bed so she was sitting Indian style. The final girl didn't budge from her resting position. Her long, black hair was sprawled out on her pillow and her lips were painted in a scowl. Neither Courtney or Bridgette dared to awaken her. Heavens knows what she could have done to either girl if they did. She had already read Gwen's diary over the PA speakers revealing Gwen had a crush on someone, someone they all believed to be Trent Addams from next door.
The four girls were very different indeed, but could stand each other to a certain degree. Courtney was the bossy one. She wanted everything to be perfect and when it wasn't everyone around at the time was in deep trouble. Bridgette was the happy hippy. She was always in a good mood. She loved to surf and cared so much about the environment. Gwen was the gothic one. She liked to keep herself to herself and loved to sketch. She would draw anything and everything. The final girl, Heather, was the queen bee. Everything had to be her way. No one really liked her, but they had to at least pretend to get along with her in front of the social workers.
Courtney was the only one out of the four who didn't know both her parents. Bridgette still saw her father every Saturday. He couldn't take care of her full time because of his drug addiction, but he was usually stable when he was around his daughter. When Bridgette had been taken away she was so upset. She had always been close to her dad since her mother died, but that was the time he had started the drugs too.
Gwen had a mother but she never did see her, she would get sent a card on her birthday and that was it. Same for Gwen's younger brother Liam, who was also in the foster home. Gwen didn't want to know her mother anyway, she had watched as her father abused her and Liam as children and not done anything about it. She was glad to be away from the nightmares of her family, and was relieved when the two had been brought into care.
Heather still had both her parents, but she was sent into care because they were always going off on holidays and leaving her alone in the house for weeks at a time when she was underage. Heather hadn't minded but was still forced to live in a foster home. Her parents hadn't really cared that she had been taken away. They come to visit her when they can, and Heather goes out on day trips with them.
Courtney was also the one who had been in the home for the longest out of all the children. She had watched as more kids came and went, but she always remained. Her social worker had promised to find her a new family, but no one ever came close to fostering her. Courtney had been been six when she came to live in care. She cried herself to sleep each night for weeks, but then she started to accept the fact that she was stuck there until some one came along who loved her. When she was little everyone thought that Courtney would be one of the first to go. She had looked like an angel, but no family wanted her. Courtney was fine with it, the only family she wanted was her real one. She told herself that one day her family would come for her, and if they didn't it was because they were waiting for her to go to them.
Lexi: So this chapter was basically getting to know about the girl's backgrounds a bit, just so you ge a general idea.
Alex:You know reading the first bit about Courtney and the window? Yeah, I was crying.
Lexi:I HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE ALEXANDRA MORGAN FAITH HARRIS CRY! *Que lightening*
Alex:Are you okay?
Lexi:MWAHAAHAA *Cough Cough* Stupid fly...
Alex:Well Review, thanks for reading.