Chapter two Mike Milligan
When I arrived at the airport in London, a man stood there, holding a paper with my name on it. I walked towards him, and when I stood right in front of him he raised his hand.
"Are you Emilia?" he asked.
"Most people call me Emma" I said and shook his hand.
"I´m Mike and I´m the owner of Elm tree house"
We went to pick up my bags and when they came, I took the back pack, the trunk and a big plastic box with me.
"Do you want me to take anything" Mike asked and I gave him the trunk.
"I heard you´d just lost your parents" Mike said when we sat in his car, on our way to the orphanage. "You should know that you can always com talk to me if you feel sad or something. There are two other social workers at Elm tree house, Gina and Tracy, and you can know that you can trust all three of us"
"Yes I just lost my parents and my little brother in a plane crash." I said. "And I don´t want anybody to speak of it, ever again."
Mike watched me, as if he wanted to ask more questions but he kept quiet.
Just a minute after that he drove into a driveway, just in front of a big house. I understood that this was Elm Tree House.
Mike stopped the car and jumped out. He opened the back door and took out my back pack and gave it to me. Then he took the box and asked
"What´s in this box?"
"I don´t wanna talk about it" I answered and took it. Mike buried my trunk and I walked towards the house. And I opened the door.