A/N So, now we've had three chapters of introduction to the story I actually need to start writing the thing! Hope you enjoy this chapter! :-D

I have changed Pearl's name to Lilith, as I didn't feel it suited her. So my character is now Lilith. :-)

Thanks to Linneagb, CamoGirl14, ArtisticCreation and GleeJunkie007 for reviewing! They made me happy! :-D

I hope that people who's characters I didn't accept are still reading this, as I will try and use all of them as minor characters. If not, then, sorry I didn't accept your characters. :-(

The rain was cold and wet, soaking me to the skin in seconds. It didn't help that the only clothes I was wearing were a knee-length silver dress and flat silver shoes. I was also carrying a small brown bag over my shoulder, that had my most precious possessions. I'd left the house half an hour ago, the house I'd lived in ever since I could remember, and was yet to find anywhere that looked like it might have someone living in it. Every building I'd passed seemed to be something to do with a job, and I just wanted a house, where someone might take me in.

A few minutes later I found what I was looking for. There was a sign that read 'Elm Tree House', and behind it was a large house that looked like it was home to lots of people. I went up to the door and knocked softly, hoping that someone would hear me, but at the same time I wouldn't wake anyone up.

After a few minutes of knocking I was about to give up when the door opened. A young woman was standing there with black hair that went a little way past her shoulders. She looked at me, and then out at the storm, as if remembering something.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "Are you alright?" She then looked back out at the stom. "You'd better come inside," she said, and led the way into the hall.

As we were walking I looked around. It was a big house, but had been made so it looked very cosy. The woman showed me to a sofa, and we sat down.

"I'm Tracy," she said. "Tracy Beaker. What's your name?"

"I'm Lilith, Lilith Star," I replied.

"Do you know where you are?" asked Tracy.

I nodded. "The sign outside said Elm Tree House."

"Do you know what Elm Tree House is though?" asked Tracy.

I shook my head.

"It's something called a care home," said Tracy, telling me things simply as I was only five years old (although I knew a lot more than most other five year olds). "Do you know what that is?"

I nodded.

"Did you want to live somewhere like here?" asked Tracy. "Is that why you came?"

I nodded again. "I wanted somewhere that would take me in." Tears came to my eyes. "My parents are dead, and my sister, and I don't like being on my own."

"Hey, it's OK," said Tracy, reaching out her arm and putting it around me. I pulled away slightly, before I settled, desperate for a hug I hadn't had for a while.

However, it didn't feel like a proper hug. Even though I could see Tracy's arm around me, I couldn't feel it. It was weird: I could feel the presence of it, but it was like I couldn't actually touch it.

Tracy seemed to be feeling the same thing, and after a minute pulled her arm away, changing the subject. "I'll go get you a towel and some more clothes: you're soaked through."

"I don't need any more clothes," I said. "They dry really quickly."

Sure enough, when I went to feel my dress it was bone dry, like it hadn't ever got wet at all.

I then reached up to feel my hair, which was also bone dry, feeling silky like usual. "I don't need a towel either."

Tracy looked at me, surprised, but said nothing. She could see for herself that my clothes were dry and my shoulder-length brown hair with shorter fringe that was in a half up half down style wasn't even damp.

"Right, OK, well, let's find you a bed," said Tracy. She took my hand, trying to seem as normal as possible, even though we couldn't really feel each other, and lead me up the stairs. We carried on going until we reached a spare bedroom.

"No one sleeps in this room at the moment, so it can be your room," said Tracy, turning on the light. I saw a bed, made up with pillows and a duvet.

Tracy looked at it as well. "It's a bit bare at the moment, but when Mike comes in the morning, he's the head care worker here, we'll sort out making it look really nice."

"Can I make it look however I want?" I asked.

Tracy smiled. "Of course you can". She then gestured to the bed. "Come on, you need to go to sleep. We can talk more about it in the morning."

I put my bag down on the floor, then climbed into the bed sleepily and lay down, pulling the duvet over me.

"Night," said Tracy. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight," I said, before Tracy turned out the light and left the room.

When she'd left I stuck my hand out of the bed and held it in the air. Almost immediately I felt a presence, like someone was near. I clasped my hand and someone clasped it back.

"Goodnight, Eliza," I said, before I drifted off to sleep...

A/N I know this was a bit short, but I figured that this was a good place to end it. Hope you liked it anyway. Please review! :-D

Sorry about all these weird things that are going on as well, but if you have any ideas of what's happening leave a guess in your review and I'll see if anyone gets it right! :-D