Sorry, will be off in Italy, will have Internet access, but I don't think I'm gonna post . Please R&R, still have few readers :'-(. Anyway, this will have a great twist at the end!

- Sofia

„Don't tell my name around, please. I don't wanna become famous now, only when I deserve it… if I ever do."
Wilt had promised Sophie not to tell her name, if he ever happened to tell his story… if he found someone he could trust. And he kept his promise. He simply called her the young girl who saved my life.
As he read through the pages of Friendship, he felt some warmth around his heart. He remembered her lovely, intense black eyes. Since those things happened to him, he just couldn't get used to the idea of getting adopted by someone. Mr. Herriman's words. He undoubtedly will be abandoned again… and he knew he wouldn't be able to go thorugh it all again. Unless if it was Sophie, but she had Bety, and, since the little star has never returned to Foster's, Wilt knew she must have been still with her creator. Lucky little Betelgeuse…
Wilt laid his head against the wall and looked up at the dawning sky. He thought about the only case someone had adopted him… Shaula. Disguised as a human. But when he looked into her eyes, he just couldn't opposed any resistance. Maybe… those eyes. They were the same black as Sophie's. Shaula somehow reminded him of her.

Almost no one at Foster's, apart from Shaula and Duchess, had slept that night.
Next morning, without Wilt, it all just felt so empty. Shaula seemed undisturbed, though.
„Shaula…" began Eduardo.
„Huh?" she asked, without even looking up from her bowl of cereal.
„Wilt…"
„He'll be back, don't worry!"
He'll never be back, she thought, leaning down to hide the red glow in her eyes.

At 3 o'clock, Mac arrived as usual.
„Bloo, tell me the truth." he handed him the newspaper.
„It was not me, Mac! I always put myself on the front page!"
„Hm, that's reasonable… hey, Bloo! Where's everybody?"
„Ed and Coco went out to search for Wilt"
„When, Bloo?"
„About 6 or 7 hours ago…"

Two more out, thought Shaula, up in her now empty room, eyes glowing red.

„And what about the others?" asked Mac „I can't hear anyone!"
„I don't know… I heard the door opening and closing sometimes, but I've been upstairs…"
Bloo, for the first time, started to get really worried… and not for himself.

The domino effect, grinned Shaula evilly.

As Sheila arrived home, her mom welcomed her with fantastic news.
„NO! Mom, is that true?" her eyes shone brightly as she smiled truly and happily.
„Yes, yes, Shee. And get ready: I'll need some help in cooking this afternoon!"

„Here, I brought you something to eat" Terrence opened the wardrobe's door and handed Shaula a plate of cookies.
„Why don't you just starve me to death?" she looked up, deep sorrow in her eyes.
Terrence was left speechless.
„Why, Terrence, why? Why do you obey Sheila as if she was a goddess?"
„She loves me!"
„She doesn't, I can assure you of that."
„Shut up!" Terrence slammed the door of the wardrobe.
Shaula sighed heavily, tears in her eyes, and, since one of her arms was tied more loosely than the other, she slowly began to nibble at a cookie. Her heart was so heavy. Wilt…

Somewhere in the city, a 29-year-old woman has just exited a bookshop. She had neck-lenght dark brown hair and intense black eyes. As soon as she was outside, a small orange star jumped out her handbag and climbed on her shoulder.
„I'm so tired, Bety" the woman said, stretching „we should really go home now."
„Yes, yes, Sophie! I'm sure your mom will make our favourite!"
The woman smiled, and began walking, passing by a huge poster and some signs pointing towards the bookshop, all saying:
S. L. Westlane in her home town! Tomorrow she'll sign her new novel, A home for my dreams! After two best-sellers, we hope this will be a great success as well!

Sheila, dressed much more elegantly than usual (dark blue T-shirt, a purple skirt and her hair in a ponytail with a ribbon), kept on cracking her knuckles impatiently.
„It's almost time, oh dear! When…"
That exact moment the bell rang.
Sheila ran there at the speed of light.
In the doorway stood the person Sheila loved the most in the whole world, truly and unselfishly. It didn't matter she kept her imaginary friend, and that she had to move, their bond remained still close. Sophie Lilian Westlane.

Sheila hugged her tight.
„You're home! Oh my dear! Sophie! Sophie!"
„Oh, Shee, I'm so happy to see you again, my dear little sister!"

I tried my best not to make Sophie a Mary-Sue. Did I succeed?