Angel got out of school that day feeling somewhat happy...for once. Today she went right home after school, which she usually didn't do since it wasn't her home to go to. She lived at a place she called her 6th home since it was only two years before that she had found a home for good. She lived with her real parents when she was very young. After that she lived in the orphanage for 2 years, found a home, was sent back to the orphanage for 1 more year, found another home, was sent to someone else, and her final move was the one she had now. She planed to keep this one so she tried her best not to get her new parent mad. That's why she got up at 5:00 a.m. and left for school and came back at 7:00 p.m., did her homework, and went to sleep.

She went right up the street to the large place she was starting to get used to call home. She walked right up the walkway and stopped at the steps. Did she really want to go in there? Who knew what was going on in the big 3 floored home. She looked around for another way in. She saw that the tree outside her window and saw that one of the limbs reached to about the roof and she decided that she could take the risk of climbing it.

She got up the tree (with MUCH difficulty) and was out on the end of the limb when out in the distance she saw something, two figures, white and black. She looked at them a while and the figures moved so she went farther out on the limb to see them. She went too far and slipped off it! She screamed and when she thought it was lights out, something, someone flew out of nowhere and saved her. She looked amazed at her hero. He was a boy about her age; he had white hair and white gloves that almost reached his elbows. He had a black suit with a white strip around his hips. His shoes were white and, like his gloves, almost went to his knees. The thing that really won her over was his glowing green eyes.

"T-Thanks" she said in shock, staring into his eyes. They were almost hypnotic.

"No problem" he said with a smile. His smile slowly turned to a frown as he dropped her off on the 3rd floor window she was tying to get at earlier. "Angel?"

"How do you...yea" she said in a daze. She was still in shock from fall.

"Uhhhhh...I...have to...be somewhere else," he said speeding off.

Angel stared at him as he flew off into the sunset. She was in awe. She had never seen anyone like him before. She loved his eyes most of all. They were so familiar, but she just couldn't place it. When she looked in them she forgot everything and only focused on the eyes. She snapped out of her trance when she heard a crash and yelling from downstairs. She ran down with only happiness in her mind from the mysterious boy's eyes. As she got down the two flights of stairs, she saw her foster mom, three foster sisters, and three foster brothers surrounding the place where one of the girls, 6-year-old Becky, broke another vase. Becky had short black hair and often liked to flip it back, which is the probably how she broke the vase, that's what Angel thought. She had the distinct personality of an outspoken, clumsy type of girl.

"What did I tell you about running around the house" her mom said angrily.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry m-m-mom" Becky said with tears forming behind her glasses.

"It's fine," her mother said with a sigh.

Angel watched as she hugged her downhearted child and kissed her on the top of the head. She wished with all her heart, when this sort of thing happened, that her own mother would come bursting threw the door with open arms.

"Oh...hello Angel" said her foster mother with a smile she could only give to Angel alone because out of all the kids, she was the only orphan in the group.

She only gave a half smile back because that moment her favorite little foster sister, 3-year-old Isabel, the youngest of the Parker's, ran up into her arms.

"Hey, Issy," Angel said picking her up and holding her tight. All the kids had their nicknames and it was easier to say Issy instead of Isabel all the time. Issy was a short girl with long dirty blonde hair that reached to her elbows. She, who sometimes call Angel by her nickname, Ange, which in her opinion, wasn't all that much shorter for Angel but who cared.

"Yo Angel, what was all that yellin' before" 8-year-old Zachary said picking up the pieces of broken porcelain from the ground. He was the kind of kid who liked to talk with improper grammar and wear his hat to the side.

"Nothing, just had me a scare" she replied still holding Isabel. When she spoke to Zack, she found it easier to speak "his language" no matter how much their mother protested.

"It sounded more like someone was landing a plane in your room," 10-year-old Calvin said with a smirk on his freckled face. He was the trouble making type of kid who found joy in making jokes about people. He even looked like a troublemaker. He had short brown hair, freckles, 'Bad Boy' T-shirts, and jeans with rips in the knees.

"Really, I think it sounded more like a train running through the wall," 7-year-old Hope said, helping Zack with the vase. Hope was a cute little blonde who always spoke her mind, most of the time, that's how she could get herself into trouble.

"Well, were all intitled to our own opinions, aren't we?" her foster mom said holding the broom in her hand

"What, did poor Angel have that monster dream again," 12-year-old Ron said in a sneering voice. Next to Angel, he was the 2nd oldest and never forgave Angel for taking his place as 'King of the House' as he put it.

"I wouldn't if I were you, bed we-" Angel didn't get to finish her sentence because right then Ron said, "Ok...fine, I won't mention it again."

That night Angel lie awake in her bed. There was too much going on for her to get to sleep. A couple times she almost fell asleep but Hope's extraordinarily loud snoring kept her awake. When she closed her eyes, all she saw was those glowing green ones of the mystery boy. It was starting to annoy her, she knew those eyes and had saw them that very day, not long before school was over. She thought about whose green eyes she had seen that day, Mr. Lancer? No, his eyes were teal and the mysterious boys eyes were light green. Tucker? No, his eyes were like Lancer's. The guy whose locker was next to hers? No, his eyes were...what color were his eyes anyway? Oh, who cares, he wasn't the dreamy, green eyed, white haired, black suited, boy who saved her. When it was 3 a.m., Angel finally fell asleep with the picture of her hero boy in her head.