Hi! This is my first fanfic, so no flames please.
Chapter One
Third Person P.O.V.
DING DONG!
"Daphne! Can you get the door? I'm doing my homework!" Sabrina said from the room they shared in their New York apartment.
"Ok!" Daphne answered. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a homeless man standing there. "Um, hello?" Daphne said uncertainly.
"Hello . . . My name is . . . um . . .Fred," the man said hesitantly, looking at the five-year old girl. "I was wondering if you could help me. I need some food," Fred explained.
"Okay," Daphne said. "I'll see what I can find. Why don't you come in?"
Fred agreed, and came inside. He was awed at what he saw. They were everyday things, but seemed like luxury to Fred, who didn't have those things.
Daphne's P.O.V.
Poor guy. I feel sorry for him. It must be hard to live by yourself. Hey! Maybe we could adopt him. No, I don't think mom and dad will approve. I could hide him though, couldn't I? Yeah! Under the bed? No. In the kitchen? No, mom always goes there. How about the closet? Yeah! That'll work! No one ever goes there except to get their jackets. Or, I could put him in my closet. That's a better idea. No one will ever suspect anything.
"Fred!" I yelled. "Come here!"
" Daphne, who is it?" Sabrina asked.
Uh Oh. I forgot about her.
"One of my friends!" I yelled back. "Can you tell mom?"
"OK," she said.
"Come on!" I said to Fred, and led him to the closet.
Sabrina's P.O.V.
That's funny. Daphne never has friends over. Oh well. I'll tell mom.
"Mom," I said, walking into the kitchen. "Daphne has a friend over."
"Okay, sweetie," Veronica said "thanks for telling me."
I walked back to finish my homework, and saw Daphne doing something in the closet. "What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Oh!" she jumped and slammed the door. "I was . . .um . . . I was looking for my coat?"
"Okay, but your coat is in the laundry." I told her.
What is that smell?