A/N: So here's the second chapter of "Little Orphan Girl". I really hope that you, who is reading this fic, will enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing this. Now I would like take this space to thank a few people.
-freak like me
-DancinBlondGurl
-Sam
-Darcel
-Shusie-Chan
-Lala
Thanks so much for reviewing the first chapter. At least now I know this weird story idea isn't as stupid as I thought it was. Love you all!! xxx
And now, on to the story!!
The Little Orphan Girl
Chapter 2 – In which she encounters a pair of grey eyes.
It was cold, so cold. She hated this time of year worst than any other. This was the time when she would have to wonder the streets of London, shivering from the intense cold. Peering into windows and seeing other little boys and girls in the comfort of their warm, cosy houses, watching them stuff their faces with delicious turkeys served with piping hot gravy.
But the best was saved for last or rather the worst was saved for last.
The thing she hated most about this time of year was when she saw other children her age with their parents, walking happily down sidewalks. Their hands snug in their mother's or father's.
Oh, how she wished she could belong to a family as well. To be able to have food whenever she fancied. To be able to have brothers and sisters to love, play and argue with. But most of all to have parents who loved you and whom you love back in return.
Now she walked down the streets down the London, careful to avoid looking at any families who were off to enjoy their Christmas holidays. Music drifted towards her, getting louder and louder as she neared the source of it. It was a lively song, enchanting even but nothing she had heard before.
She stopped in front of a pub, the apparent source of the music that she found so enchanting. She stepped nearer to it, peering into the window next to the entrance.
Crackling sounds told her that there was a fire somewhere in the room even though she couldn't see it. What wouldn't she give to be able to stand next to it now.
There were lots of people in the room, but they were rather a strange collection of people. They didn't seem to be wearing bulky sweaters or coats to combat the cold. Instead, most of them were wearing some kind of cloak. Some were even wearing a weird pointy hat that she had never seen before in her life.
Then as she was wondering about this motley group of people, the strangest feeling descended upon her. It was an extremely funny feeling, something she had never felt before.
It was a feeling of someone watching her, something that felt hot and searing yet safe and comfortable.
Unable to stand it anymore, she instinctively turned her head to the left. Only to stare straight into a pair of mysterious grey eyes.
It was this pair of eyes that would haunt her in times yet to come.