Here you go! Another part for you kiddies! ( Thanks for all your
reviews. I actually have an idea of where to go with this one! I think
this is my first fanfic like that.Hmm. Oh well, enjoy!!
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"Hey Kath!" I yelled as I entered the building where we worked. It was a tall but shabby building, funded by the state. We both worked at a foster home that, while shabby, was one of the better ones out there. Some of our kinds were rough from the street and others were badly injured. But I barely ever had to deal with that side of things. I interviewed potential parents, to see if they would be capable of tending for children. I sighed a little to myself. Yet another part of my life influenced by that dream I had so many years ago. The idea of helping unwanted children. I shook those thought from my mind as Kathy came up to me, bouncing a small girl with springy blonde curls and a serious face against her hip. Kathy took care of profiling the children for me, so I'd know what kind of parents which child would need. Some small part of me screamed out at the coldness of choosing a child's home based on their actions when they were in an animalistic state, as many of the children were, but again, I shook those thoughts aside.
"Hey Sarah," Kathy said softly. She always had such a soft, almost shy tone of voice. It soothed the children she worked with, and everyone loved her. "What's the matter Sarah? You seem kinda spacey today." I should have known. Kathy could always see exactly what was going on with me. I almost responded, but the small child was still staring at me with those large, nearly unblinking eyes that told of a wisdom far beyond their age. It was kinda creepy.
"Let's go in here," I said, dragging Kathy over to my office by her arm. She set down the child, came into my office, and closed the door. "Ok, look, I got this last night with a basket of red roses. What do you think?" and I gave her the note.
She gave it a wistful smile after reading it and looked up at me from the chair she was sitting in and in the soft voice of hers said, "I think it's absolutely beautiful Sarah. He seems like a very sweet guy."
I huffed. "Seems? Yea, he seems fine, but that's how all the crazies seem. Then they go all weird once they've got you alone with them, that's when the true crazy person comes out." Kathy lifted one eyebrow and just stared at me. "What? You know it's true. They talk about it all the time on the 11 o'clock news. There are tons of crazy people out there, just waiting to strike." I walked over to the window and stared out at all those people out there, with their cold hearts and evil intents. "It was bound to happen that I would run into one of the crazies again. I mean hey, it's been what, six months since I've seen my last crazy. I should have known that another one was getting ready to strike." I narrowed my eyes in anger.
Kathy rolled her eyes at me. "You know," she said in an almost condescending tone, "I think that you should watch less news and read more romance stories." I gave her a look of absolute horror. "Not one of those," she clarified, "I'm talking about like, a romantic adventure, or mystery, or whatever. But what I mean is that this," she gestured to the letter, "is genuine class A romantic stuff. So you better get your butt ready for a date at lunch time or I'm gonna hit you. Hard. With something heavy."
I chuckled a little at the thought of Kathy hurting anyone in any way. "But what if you're wrong Kath, what if this is one of those crazies, and I get my hopes all up and he just tries to kill me in a dark allyway?"
Kathy again raised an eyebrow, stood up, and went over to the door. "What, Sarah Catherine Williams, can you possibly get your hopes up for, when you so forcefully don't believe in love?" And she walked out the door.
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"Hey Kath!" I yelled as I entered the building where we worked. It was a tall but shabby building, funded by the state. We both worked at a foster home that, while shabby, was one of the better ones out there. Some of our kinds were rough from the street and others were badly injured. But I barely ever had to deal with that side of things. I interviewed potential parents, to see if they would be capable of tending for children. I sighed a little to myself. Yet another part of my life influenced by that dream I had so many years ago. The idea of helping unwanted children. I shook those thought from my mind as Kathy came up to me, bouncing a small girl with springy blonde curls and a serious face against her hip. Kathy took care of profiling the children for me, so I'd know what kind of parents which child would need. Some small part of me screamed out at the coldness of choosing a child's home based on their actions when they were in an animalistic state, as many of the children were, but again, I shook those thoughts aside.
"Hey Sarah," Kathy said softly. She always had such a soft, almost shy tone of voice. It soothed the children she worked with, and everyone loved her. "What's the matter Sarah? You seem kinda spacey today." I should have known. Kathy could always see exactly what was going on with me. I almost responded, but the small child was still staring at me with those large, nearly unblinking eyes that told of a wisdom far beyond their age. It was kinda creepy.
"Let's go in here," I said, dragging Kathy over to my office by her arm. She set down the child, came into my office, and closed the door. "Ok, look, I got this last night with a basket of red roses. What do you think?" and I gave her the note.
She gave it a wistful smile after reading it and looked up at me from the chair she was sitting in and in the soft voice of hers said, "I think it's absolutely beautiful Sarah. He seems like a very sweet guy."
I huffed. "Seems? Yea, he seems fine, but that's how all the crazies seem. Then they go all weird once they've got you alone with them, that's when the true crazy person comes out." Kathy lifted one eyebrow and just stared at me. "What? You know it's true. They talk about it all the time on the 11 o'clock news. There are tons of crazy people out there, just waiting to strike." I walked over to the window and stared out at all those people out there, with their cold hearts and evil intents. "It was bound to happen that I would run into one of the crazies again. I mean hey, it's been what, six months since I've seen my last crazy. I should have known that another one was getting ready to strike." I narrowed my eyes in anger.
Kathy rolled her eyes at me. "You know," she said in an almost condescending tone, "I think that you should watch less news and read more romance stories." I gave her a look of absolute horror. "Not one of those," she clarified, "I'm talking about like, a romantic adventure, or mystery, or whatever. But what I mean is that this," she gestured to the letter, "is genuine class A romantic stuff. So you better get your butt ready for a date at lunch time or I'm gonna hit you. Hard. With something heavy."
I chuckled a little at the thought of Kathy hurting anyone in any way. "But what if you're wrong Kath, what if this is one of those crazies, and I get my hopes all up and he just tries to kill me in a dark allyway?"
Kathy again raised an eyebrow, stood up, and went over to the door. "What, Sarah Catherine Williams, can you possibly get your hopes up for, when you so forcefully don't believe in love?" And she walked out the door.