So, Another Rowan Hood fanfic, But this one is a Modern one.

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The house she stood before was not here own. It did not have the little vines growing up the side of the cottage wall , the old thatched roof, or the little flowers covering the lawn. The mailbox was plain and white, unlike the one that her mother had painted butterflies and flowers on.

She did not want to be here.

She did not care that this was her fathers house. He had never acknowledged her, why should she acknowledge him?

She clutched the strap of the shoulder bag her mother had made for her when she was ten. The social worker was talking to the man that was supposedly him. She stood there waiting by the front door looking about the yard. The social worker shook the man's hand then walked to his car. In moments he drove off.

The man Rowan was left with looked down and ran his hand through his blond curly hair , he then walked towards her. He had a clouded grey look in his eyes taking her in. He was fairly tall, but not much taller than most men. He appeared younger because he seemed to keep his face clean shaven.

She looked more like her mother than she did this man. She had long wavy brown hair that curled at the bottoms, and her eyes a dark green. Her mother looked like her but was far more beautiful than she was.

He sighed before opening the door for her locking it once she was inside. The inside of the cottage was strange to her. There was not too many pictures on the walls, no plants inside, and nothing hanging from the ceiling but the fans. Her new home would take some getting used too.

She stood still looking around the living room. He stood looking at her, appearing unsure what to say for a moment.

He sighed and spoke up, "Your rooms upstairs, you can put your bags in it."

She nodded and turned toward the stair case.

"Rowan?" He said.

"Mm?" Ro replied turning to look at him.

"I know what your thinking about. Who is this guy and how come he has never came into my life before, but I-uh- I'm here now. You can talk to me you know?" He told her. He sounded sincere and kind but Rowan could barely look at him.

Ro looked at her bags before walking up the stairs. She found two small rooms and a bathroom. She figured the room that was purple with a flowered bed spread was hers. Had he gone through the trouble to make it look more girly? She smiled at the effort. There was not much else in the bedroom but the hardwood floor and a window.

She sat her bags down next to the door and walked back down stairs to see Robin sitting on the couch watching the small T.V. that sat on a shelf nearby.

He turned his head hearing the creak of the staircase below her feet. "You like the room okay?" he asked nervously.

"Yes." Ro said.

"I was not sure what thirteen year olds are interested in. We can decorate it however you want."

"Okay." she replied quietly.

There was a long pause, he broke the silence asking, "What do you like to eat?"

Rowan shrugged her shoulders. She really didn't know what or how to answer.

"I'll take you out to dinner or cook something the best I can if you would like?" He spoke with his hands but not overly like some. His hands were rough and calloused.

"That's fine." she said in response.

The had driven around in silence for a while looking for some place to eat, ending up at some buffet styled restaurant.

They had eaten in silence for what seemed like forever when Robin had spoken up.

"What do you like to do?" He inquired.

Rowan shrugged and said, " I like to be outside."

"You like any sports?" Know a guy to ask about sports, she thought.

"I like archery ." Ro said quietly she nibbled on piece of meat.

"Hm… We could do target practice some time. I have a target out back." Clearly telling Rowan that he liked archery as well.

"Okay." She replied.

"Umm...School starts on Monday. I asked the principle if you could have time off this week. He said of course. The social worker had told him what happened."

Ro just realized today was Thursday, and that two a week ago her mother had died.

Grief hit against her but she could not cry. She only held it in sitting with the stranger in front of her in a small and crowded restaurant.

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