I looked at the folder from my bed, with only 45 minutes till they arrived. I got up, getting the folder, reading it over once. They were a very young couple. The file said the young man was 25 and his name was Andrew. And his wife's name was Peneloey and she was younger than he was, 23. Most young couples wanted a child 2, 3 tops to raise as their own. Not a girl 16 turning 17 soon. The young man was doctor and his wife an artist. It didn't say much about the couple other than their name, age, Job. I read it over again, so I had something to talk to the young couple about. 10 minutes to go, I walked down to the office. Mary stood outside the door to a small room. I handed her the folder. Then I walked into the room to wait for Mary to talk with the couple before they met me. In the little room there were 3 chairs. 1 was a two sitter for the couple and the other 2 were singles for me and Mary. I had done this so many times I didn't care. I sat in silent's, listening to the muffled voices of the young couple and Mary outside in the office. Then there was silent's.
Mary opened the door, walking in with the young couple. Peneloey, the wife was beautiful but short standing next to her husband. Her hair sat perfectly in long blond ringlets down to her shoulders. She had a pair of big black sunglasses on her head. She wore a long tight satin black dress going down to her ankles with a pair of red high hells. The red heels looked out of place with her dress but matched the beautiful necklets she had hanging around her neck. The necklets had a sliver eye and chain with a beautiful red ruby for the pupil of the eye. Her husband, the doctor was wearing a white shirt with a light blue tie and a pair of sunglasses in his shirt pocket. It looked like he had come straight from or was going to the hospital. He had his stefascope around his neck and his name tag clipped to his pocket. And it read specializing in all areas. It also had a recent picture of him. The young couple smiled at me, sitting down on the chair opposite me. They sat holding hands, still smiling ever after seeing me. Most of the other couples after seeing me changed their minds and decided they wanted a younger child. They looked like they should be in a movie or at a party not at an orphanage by what they were wearing.
Mary cleared her throat. "Megan, this is Dr. Andrew Fraser and his wife Mrs. Peneloey Fraser," said Mary. Peneloey smiled. Her smile was as beautiful as the rest of her body. "It's nice to meet you sweetheart, you can call me Penny" said Penny lightly. We talked for about 10 minutes, and then informed us that he had to go back to the hospital. And then Penny whispered something into 's ear with a mutter. Then spoke to Mary "Mary. I must return to the hospital. But we were wondering, what Miss. Megan is doing this weekend? Would she like to come visit us at our home," asked . Tho the question should have been asked to me not Mary. Mary knew I had very little to do after my mum died. I didn't talk too many of my friends anymore. The only one who bothered to stay around after was Spencer. He is my boyfriend. But before I could hear what Mary said back, Penny asked me "Sweetheart, would you like to come stay with us and see if you like it?" The question caught me off guard. I sat there for a second or two not knowing what to say.
"Umm… Sure, ok," I said mattering under my breath. "Good," said Penny with a big smile on her face! "We will meet you at the airport tomorrow night" said Penny standing up hugging me and walking to the door. pattered me on the shoulder and took his wife's hand and walked her out the door saying goodbye as they left with Mary, to fill out some paperwork. I sat there for, I don't know how long, thinking about what had just happened. This young couple, the loveliest people I had ever met, wanted me. Why me? There is nothing special about me. They wanted me to come stay with them for a while. Do I really want to go to their house? They look too posh and rick to want someone like me. I guess, I want to get out of here, met new people, make new friends. But they don't look like my type of people. I mean, that lady's clothes would have been expensive. All my clothes put together could maybe buy the buckle on one of her high heels. I think, they would have maids and they house would be clean from top to bottom not a thing out of place. But would that really be so bad, I mean having someone clean the house and buy me expensive clothes. I would just stay with them and live my own life, keep out of their life, I guess. I think they would be a nice family to live with, let's see how it goes tomorrow. See if they even like me I thought with a sigh.