Grr… If I was a nun and was a little kid and I had a ruler… Grr…

I am rewriting both of my stories that were deleted into 3rd person. But sadly, I cannot possibly regain all my lost reviews which I didn't have on backup. We shouldn't need a reason to backup review. Grr…

For this chapter, I don't really need a disclaimer…

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Chapter 1: The Beginning

The way Blair's life began was pretty screwed up. Her father died a month before she was born. She, sadly, could care less. Her mother, however, decided to stay around. All her life her mother was an alcoholic, and she never saw much of her. Blair had many sympathetic strangers watch after her as a child because her mom was never home.

That all changed in the year 2000. Blair's mom met a man online and immediately fell in love with him (or so she said). She had almost stopped drinking completely in merely days after 'meeting' him. This relationship kept her home, but Blair still never saw her because she was always locked up in the office room.

A few months later he had sent her a plane ticket to his home in Hawaii. Blair got to stay home alone while she was there. On her way home, the plane had engine trouble. It fell to its' oceanic grave on August 1st. Blair was only 14.

Her life was severely altered after this – not exactly emotionally, but she was legally an orphan now. The way she thought of it, she never really had a mom.

But that was then… this is three and a quarter years later….

2 o' clock

In the car, Blair squirmed in her seat.

She was on her way to her next foster home. Blair never really seemed to be in one very long. Already she had been moved out of 12 homes for trying to run away about 113 times… not like she was counting….

Blair watched as trees zoomed past. She hoped Molly wouldn't say anything to ruin this nearly tranquil trip.

"So I talked to Ms. Fernandez this morning, and she seems excited to meet you."… So much for her luck….

The blonde woman driving the car was named Molly Shanahan. She was in her mid 30s and was so very, very blonde. The kind of blonde that if you talked to her on the phone without previously being informed of her identity, you'd know she was blonde. She was Blair's 'agent' or 'pimp' as she sometimes called her, among many other inappropriate things.

"She is a wonderful lady who has never had any children of her own. She does have 7 little kitties though!! I just love kitties, don't you?" Molly asked with a bit too much enthusiasm.

Blair stared at her incredulously. "I'm allergic."

"Well," She continued, ignoring Blair completely. "Ms. Fernandez says she thinks she can keep you occupied while you live there, which shouldn't be very long, considering you will be 18 in a week!"

Blair relaxed a bit. 'That sweet moment is just a few days away.' She thought to herself. She has waited for this moment for what seemed like forever.

"I think you can see the house from here! Look, it's the white with the green shutters!" Molly said while pointing eagerly.

'Good lord… GREEN shutters?' Blair thought, nearly crying.

"I can't go in with you darlin'. My sister is in labor with her 5th child and I need to be there!" Molly said apologetically. "I probably won't see you for a while. Unless, of course, you decide to run away again, which won't be happening, right?"

Blair grunted in response. Molly apparently thought that meant yes because she finally shut up.

Molly's car, a dangerously pink, that's right, PINK pt cruiser pulled up to the house, nearly knocking down one of the rose bushes.

Blair stepped out of the car and soaked in her surroundings; it was actually a very beautiful house, despite the green shutters. It was Victorian style, and had ivy crawling up one side… the yard was gorgeous. The bushes that were nearly crushed were had roses on them that were black, but not in an overbearingly morbid way. Blair happily noted that there were no garden gnomes littering the lawn. 'Thank god! The last 3 houses that had them also contained families that were total head cases.'

Blair pulled out her suitcase feeling somewhat content to be here. 'It could be worse!' She thought.

Molly opened her mouth again yet again. "Ok honey, I'll miss you!! Goodb-!" Blair cut her off with a particularly loud slam of the car door.

Molly promptly drove out of the driveway like a complete maniac.

Picking up her suitcase, Blair put her hand toward the doorknocker, which was shaped like a dragons' head. Before she could even touch the smooth, silver scales of the mythical beast, the door opened, revealing a not so old woman with pale hair and vibrant blue eyes.

"Welcome, Blair. Make yourself at home!"

Blair couldn't help but smile at these words. 'Not for long…'

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And so begins the 3rd person version of 'Finding the Lost'. It actually takes quite a long time to delete all the 'yous' and a longer time to put some things in past tense rather than present.

I just realized how short I made the first chapter of this story. I have grown as a writer I suppose, because this chapter seemed like hard work but now I only write a minimum of 5 pages, rather than this 2 ½.

Gosh, I just double checked my work and realized I missed some things. I need to be a bit more focused.

Please review so I can regain all my lost reviews! I'll update tomorrow for sure!