I shuddered, startled when I heard the obnoxious voice come loudly over the intercom on the plane.
"Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing." I could practically hear my heartbeat speed up as the thought of meeting my new "family".
I reached down and touched my small bag; these were the only things that were mine in the world. It contained a beat- up journal my old therapist gave me, along with a wooden pencil, five dollars I found on the street four years before, and a pair of jeans, two tee- shirts, and a sweater. My old foster families said that I didn't deserve anything else, so I was proud of what I had.
I clutched the wall as the airplane slowly descended towards my new "home". When the tires hit the ground I flew up off my seat and into the buckle loosely slung on my waist. Once the plane stopped I procrastinated and let everybody get out before me. Once I was alone I unbuckled and clutched my small backpack to my chest and walked down the aisle. I walked straight past the endless doors and made my way to the one separating me and my undoing for the next year. I closed my eyes and reminded myself that I had done it before, I could do it again. I sighed and decided it was either now or never so I walked through the sliding doors and was met by something I had not at all expected.
There were seven people standing together, smiling brightly at me. The one on the farthest end was a tall blonde boy about my age, with shaggy hair and seemingly calm blue eyes. His arm was wrapped around a tiny girl with short black hair who was bouncing and smiling so much I was afraid she would explode. Next to her stood a stunning tall blonde girl who could easily be a runway model. She thoughtlessly looked at her nails and grimaced when she saw I was staring. She was wrapped around the hugest man I've ever seen, with curly dark brown hair and dimples. I instinctively shied backwards just at the sight of him. He was holding a huge sign with something written on it, but I was too distracted to care. Near him was a man and a woman, obviously older but not by too much. The woman had beautiful caramel colored curly hair and a sweet smile. The man could be a movie star, with his blonde hair swept perfectly to the side.
The last person in the group made my heart stop pumping in two ways. First, he was a man. He was tall, strong, and could obviously outrun me even If he wasn't trying. They second reason, was that he was gorgeous. And I don't mean run of the mill hot, I mean his entire face could have been sculpted out of marble and his soft looking bronze hair stuck out in the most artful. I finally tore my eyes away and walked backward a few steps when I heard a booming laugh loud as thunder. The culprit was the ginormous man with the bright sign.
I looked back to him and finally looked at what the sign said. "Bella". I looked around frantically trying to find someone else who they could have meant with the sigh be there wasn't a person in sight. I swallowed deeply and looked back over to them. The only words going through my mind were: oh crap.