A bunch of kids were scattered around in the room in small groups, some were braiding each others hair, some were making faces at each other, some were just plain crazy. There were probably 50 kids in here, and only a few looked at though they were paying attention to the fact that a guy just walked into the room ready to adopt, that's when I noticed that a short, lanky girl was standing in the corner, attempting to ignore a group of girls, apparently, making fun of her.

" Dude this place is depressing, it's like going to a dog pound"

"Hey, look over there."

I pointed to the girl I had noticed

"Who the blond one?"

"well there are about 20 'blond ones' in here mike' you wanna give out some specifics?"

"the one with the notepad"

"good, so what do you think"

"she looks a little depressed."

"well, they're in an orphanage, I think they're all a little depressed"

" I mean REALLLLLLLLLY depressed"

"Yeah"

"yup' well what do you think?"

"she really cute, and I've always wanted a Blondie."

"really? I never would have guessed, but what if she's a brat?"

"I don't think she is" I said as she sunk into the corner

"I'll go talk to her"

"you do that"

I walked over to the girl flipping her notebook back and fourth, looking incredibly board, the she heard me coming and tensed up, then looked up at me and was completely confused.

Prudence POV

This was amazing, not only was someone actually looking at me they came over here and sat beside me…….. Oh god I hope they don't murder me.

"Hey" said the guy with the white hair with a huge grin on his face

I nodded

" So um, What's your name?'

( okay, sorry to bother you but, just a small authors note: whenever you see something like: * michelle *, that means its being, written down okay? Sorry to bother you, just keep reading)

*michelle* I answered

"huh" he looked at me oddly and nodded.

"So, do you not talk to anyone?"

I shook my head no

"even to future adopted parents?" he asked with a wink

I was almost dumbstruck, the whole adoption thing was, incredible, he was the first person to even look at me and then suddenly I'm being adopted!!?? But I kept my cool, and explained everything, pretty fast considering I was writing it all down.

"no one look at you!? that's ridiculous! your probably the cutest thing in here! But, then again, things aren't looking too pretty…"

I nodded in agreement, he looked down at me with a smile

"I think we could both use a change of scenery."

My eyes lighted up, I felt like I could sing, almost…

GERARD POV

"Mikey!!! C'mon were leaving!"

"Mikey got up from his game of chutes and ladders with the little red haired boys and waved goodbye as he walked over to prudence.

He eyed her curiously, and smiled a cute half smile for her. She smiled back and shook his hand

"you go ahead and get your stuff prudence, mikey will come with you while I fill out this stuff. Do you take a discover card." he asked the nun. I giggled at her wide eyed look.

MIKEYS POV

When I came into her room, It looked completely miserable, but in a clean sort of way. the walls were a plain white the floors trims and dressers were grey, and the grey plaid sheets looked INCREDIBLY itchy. The only distinguishing part of the room was a black and white picture hanging on the wall by two thumbtacks, it was a picture of the twin towers, and there was a huge abundance of smoke coming out of the top, it looked so real, but it was a drawing, I could tell..

"So… you don't talk?"

She looked at me with large eyes, and nodded.

"oh, how come?"

She nodded towards the poster

"9/11"I mumbled

"So you don't talk cause' your afraid of…. Terrorist?"

Shook her head, and walked out the door as Gerard called for us, all her cloths in her arms…

Okay this is really depressing, she doesn't need a suitcase to carry her stuff!?!

She's like, moving out or something, she should have more stuff than that!?!?!?!

And that uniform is horrendous!!!