I wasn't originally going to work on this anymore, but to help with My Christmas Special I need to. So Thanks to CoolKnight() this is getting updated.

This chapter is fifth teen years later. This might be the last one. I haven't decided.

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Chapter 3

Fifth teen years later…

Veena sat beside the stream in the woods. Six-teen and no friends. No one to talk to. Of course her foster parents were nice, but they weren't her family. She had for the last five years been a child of the court. After her adoptive parents had died in the car crash, she had no one. They had raised her since she was two. They had been nice, but not even they felt right.

She sighed. She wanted to remember the dream. The dream she had the night before. Of a teenage boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. That was all she could remember. She had said his name, but now it eluded her. She glanced up as a deer walked to the stream and took a drink of water.

No matter where she was, Veena never felt at home. Home was something she had never known. She had houses not home. Veena smiled remembering the children. The children at the local orphanage were her life. School didn't matter they did. They were like her. They made her feel needed and happy.

Veena stood up and walked back up the trail. She had to get going if she was going to help with the field day they were having. She had promised Siran and Edmund she would help them with their surprise.

Veena walked down the road towards the outskirts of the town towards the orphanage.

Siran stood beside her older brother Edmund watching and waiting. They had good news for Veena. They had been adopted together and they wouldn't be leaving the town. So they could still see her. The Johnsons had listened as they told them of the teenager who had helped them and listened to them. Mrs. Johnson had asked to meet her, but unfortunately, the Johnsons had to go out of town the weekend of Field Day.

Siran began to jump up and down. "She's coming! Edmund, she's coming! I see her!"

Edmund looked at his sister. "I can see her."

Siran ran down the steps of the old Victorian house and into Veena's waiting arms.

"Hi. What's going on?"

Siran jumped up and down. "We got adopted. Edmund and me are going to the same home."

Veena smiled down at her. "That's wonderful. Are they here?"

Edmund walked to Veena. "No, they had to get the house ready. We aren't leaving Gaston."

Veena nodded. "Good so we can still see each other. Well, come on."

Siran, Veena, and Edmund walked into the house.

The children had fun. Veena laughed as Edmund and Siran did a little skit for the other children and adults.

As Veena began to prepare to leave, the Johnsons arrived.

Mrs. Johnson looked Veena up and down. Veena felt like a piece of meat. Something about the woman didn't feel right.

"So you are Veena?"

"Yes, M'am."

Veena didn't like this woman something told her that Edmund and Siran shouldn't go with her and her husband.

Of course Mrs. Carlson, the children's social worker, believed her. Veena had warned her before about a family. She discovered that the Johnsons were mistreating the children and so Edmund and Siran were returned.

They asked if they people who adopted them next could be visited by Veena first just to be sure.

Mrs. Carlson agreed.

Veena sat in the room she shared with her foster sister. She wanted her own room. She looked up at the sky. Slowly she began to dream. Dream of the world where she felt at home and the boy with the blonde hair and eyes.