"It's nice to meet you both. Now how about I get you two a bath and some fresh clothes and we can all come down for a nice warm dinner hmm? We're having mashed potatoes and gravy and chicken nuggets." Lottie's eyes lit up like the sun at this. "Mashed potatoes?" Roquelle nodded. Lottie jumped up from her spot on the couch, grabbing Near with her and ran over to Roquelle eagerly. Roquelle laughed and picked them both up, and Lottie couldn't help but think maybe just maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Roquelle?"

"Yes Lottie?"

"Can I call you rocky?"

"You sure can sweety."

"Rocky?"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you'll take care of me and Near."

"I promise."

Lottie stood in what would now be her and Nears room. Roquelle was pulling a white dress over her head; Lottie had refused to wear any other color than white. She loved white it was clean and pretty, however like everything white could become easily tarnished. Therefore you had to take extra special care of it. Make sure nothing stains it, iron it, pick off the small pieces of fuzz that would attach themselves to it. Roquelle who was straightening out her dress spoke, "Do you want me to do your hair?"

Lottie looked up at her. "Would you?"

Rocky smiled and then proceeded to pull out a curling iron of the dresser, and patted the seat. "Sit."

Lottie did as she was told, and then the hair taming commenced.

"Wow." Lottie said looking at herself in the mirror. Her waist length white hair was now in perfect ringlets around her head, a red ribbon sat on her head like a head band except it was tied under her hair. She lifted her hand to her hair but stopped afraid she would mess it up. Rocky smiled proudly.

"You like it?"

"I love it." She replied.

"Alright well were just in time, dinners ready. Come on."

Rocky went and grabbed Near who had been sitting in the corner playing with his toys settled him on her hip then took Lottie's hand. When they got to the dining room Lottie was amazed to see at least 40 kids.

"You two can sit here between Mello and Matt." Roquelle said as she put them down between two boys. They both seemed about her age. One was a blonde haired boy, who wore a pair of black footie pajamas and was eating a bar of chocolate with a scowl on his face. The other was a red headed boy, he had on a striped red and white shirt and a pair of tan shorts. His faced was buried in some sort of gaming device and on his head sat a pair of orange goggles.

"Are you okay?" She asked the blonde one. She had always been a very charismatic person.

He turned and glared at her causing her to frown. "Why do you care?" he asked in a rude tone.

She narrowed her eyes and gave a pout. "Well your body language gave off the idea that you are mad about something, and me being a caring person, was wondering why you were upset. There is no need for you to be rude."

"You wanna know why I'm upset? You and your brother that's why. You think you can just come in here and expect to be top of the class? Well I have a news flash for you. I am number one here and that's that. So you better get used to it."

Lottie's eyes flashed with hurt. "Sorry, but were not here to upstage you. I and my brother had no were to go, we were lucky to be put here. I don't like being mean. I hope we can be friends." With that thought Lottie turned and began to eat here food.

Mello sat, mouth hanging open in wonder. No one had ever stood up to him like that; he decided that maybe this Lottie girl wasn't so bad.

10 years later

"Lottie get up we're going to be late for class!" Lottie jumped at the sound of Mello's voice through her and Nears door. Her eyes widened as she looked at her clock; 8:45. Crap! She thought before rushing out of her bed, almost tripping over one of Nears robots. "Dumb Optimus Prime. You're supposed to help humans not trip them." Yep talking to inanimate objects, defiantly a sign of going crazy.

She hurriedly pulled on a pair of white skinny jeans, a white V-neck t-shirt, her white flats then quickly brushed her hair pulling it back with her red ribbon. She always wore it. It was her reminder of Roquelle, who had died last year in a fire. Roquelle had been her best friend, besides Mello, Matt, and Near of course. It had hurt so much to lose someone she loved as a sister; she had been depressed for a very long time, but like always she took the shovel and buried that hurt in the dark recess of her heart.

She quickly brushed her teeth (and when she said quickly she meant squirting toothpaste in her mouth with her toothbrush and quickly spitting it out) and then proceeded to open her door race through the many hallways of Wammy's and bust into her calculus class yelling "I AM HERE! Feel free to leave the tips at the door."