Amy led me by the hand into a large room, furnished by two chairs, a couch, and a fireplace. She left me in the door way of the room and skipped over to a middle-aged man who was reading a newspaper. She spoke happily to him as he looked at the paper. Amy bounced happily over to my and pulled me over to the man. "This is my daddy!" She smiled happily as her father folded up his paper and stared at me. "Daddy, this is Rae!" she giggled happily as he inspected me.

I bowed slightly. "It's nice to meet you, sir," I stood up striaght as Tori lost his balance. For the first time, the small bird seemed nervous. I plucked him off my sholder and comforted him with pats on the head. He stared nervously at Amy's father. He stood after I place Tori back on my shoulder.

"My name is Tom Johnson, but please, call me Tom." He nodded toward Tori, "Is that a wild bird?"

I glanced at Tori and nodded,"His name is Tori."

Tom stared in disbelief. After a minute he nodded. Amy bounced happily at his side,"Can she stay and be my sister, Daddy?"

He stared sternly at Amy, "Now, Amy, I'm sure she has better things to do other than stay here..." He glanced in my direction, as if asking if it were true. I shook my head, and he sighed. Amy stared at his face with big, glassy eyes. Her bottom lip started to quiver as tears filled her eyes. He shook his head and sighed submissivly, "Fine, she can stay, if it's alright with Rae."

Amy's eyes lit up as she wiped atthe tears. She lept over and tugged on my hand. "Oh pleeeeease, Rae!" she pleaded. I smiled at her and looked up at Tom, standing behind Amy.

"If your dad is sure, I'll stay," I looked at him. He smiled and nodded. Amy jumped for joy and pulled my past her dad and into another room. She thanked her father quickly as she hurried into a smaller, pale-yellow room. She smiled and walked over to a small, pillow-dominated bed.

"I sleep here!" she announced proudly, her face beeming with happiness. I smiled and walked over. I ruffled her hair as I looked around. There was a small, white table surrounded by four white chairs, three were occupied by a stuffed bear, rabbit, and a dog. A small, white door was on the wall next to me, I guessed it was a closet. One corner was dedicated entirly to stuffed animals of every kind, but I only reconized a few.

"It's very nice!" I wandered over to the bad ans sat down. She plopped herself on my lap. I stared into her big, round eyes. "How old are you?" I wondered.

"I'm six!" She smiled at me and happily closed her eyes. "How old are you, Rae?"

I laughed lightly, "I'm pretty sure I'm fifteen."

"Only pretty sure? You don't know how old you are?" she stared at me, confused. I simple shrugged as Tom walked in the room, holding a small pile of clothes.

"Rae, you can have these if you want," he stated as he handed me the clothes. I smiled and nodded a thanks. "Amy, why don't you give Rae a tour of the house?" He asked as he turned to leave.

Amy nodded and, once again, pulled me into the living room. "This is the living room! Daddy sits here and reads his paper every day." She led me around the small house, telling me every room and what it was for. She finished in the kitchen, where Tom was sitting, drinking a glass of water. "You can go change in the bathroom!" Amy smiled as I nodded and left the room.

I changed quickly. I looked in the mirror at myself. I let out a small laugh. Thepale-blue shirt and frayed jeansfit loosely, and my hair was a mess. I turned on the sink and washed my hair quickly. After several chirp of complaints from Tori, I finished and dried my hair with a small towel. I ran my fingers through it a few times, attempting to tame it. When my attempts failed, I smiled and turned to leave. I placed the towel in a small hamper and walked out. I walked into the kitchen, where Amy was waiting impatiently.

She ran to my side and held onto my hand. "Daddy needs for us to go into town and get some things!" I looked up and smiled.

"If that's not a problem, Rae," He looked at me questioningly.

"Sure, I'll do it," I responded happily. He nodded and handed me a list of what he need and a small wad of bills. Amy streached her hand up to take the money. I handed it to her and she smiled, putting it in her tiny pocket. "We'll be back soon," I promised as Amy pulled me out the front door.