The white snow fell to the ground covering it in a gossamer sheet. A large ominous church stood at the end if the road making the scene picture perfect for a Christmas card. The teenage girl smiled sadly. Looks like this was her new home. Her only home in fact, at least from what she could remember.
The car stopped, knocking the girl out of her dazed state. As the woman who brought her here went to get her suitcase from the trunk, the girl stretched and stepped out into the frosty air.
The girl was of average height. Her physical condition was good and she had very soft, delicate features. Her brow and green eyes were apparently her main feature as was her hair. She wore a pair of black jeans, a black and red corset like top and a floor length leather coat. Big black steel-toe-cap shoes adorned her feet. Round her neck sat a single necklace that she'd had as long as she could remember. Her coal black hair was highlighted with pink and green. She wasn't particularly fond of the colour pink but it looked good in her hair. She would change it next week anyway.
Her dark appearance made her stand out of the crowd more often than not in England, as it wasn't exactly the norm. With the white snow surrounding her she looked like the angel of death, minus the black wings.
She took the suitcase from the woman and made her way up the path to a grey haired man who was wearing a warm smile.
"Hello Roger. This is the girl I told you about on the phone Tripp MacLellan. Tripp this is Roger, the principle if you will of Wammy House." The woman told her. Tripp smiled at the man warmly.
"Hello." Tripp said. He smiled back.
"Hello to you to Tripp and welcome to Wammy House. I hope you like your time here."
"I'm sure I will." she replied. With that the woman took her leave and Roger walked her into the huge church like building.
As the girl walked down the long halls of the orphanage she noticed how there weren't many children around. She saw some older kids in the library and others hanging out in what looked like the lounge but that was pretty much it.
Tripp asked Roger about this.
"Everyone
is in class right now. I'll give you about two hours to unpack and
get settled here then I will get someone to take you to your class."
He told her stopping at a door.
"And this is your room. I'll
leave you here and again welcome to Wammy House." He smiled walking
back the way he came. Tripp sighed and opened her door.
The room was basic, a bed, a desk, beside table and lamp, a computer and a dresser for clothes and junk. The computer was a bonus that Tripp was glad about. She found that she was a bit of a computer freak in the past couple of weeks. Tripp put down her suitcase on the bed and gave a half-hearted smile.
"Looks like this is home now."
