Hey, since I´m writing it the TSOTB- part of ff now, I guess that some of you know Mr. Zeze. I know him pretty well, we sent like a thousand messages back and forth here on ff for months, and then we got each other on Facebook, and sent like three thousand messages (so far) anyway, I got to meet him in person last week. He was really nice

George pov

"So..." Mike began. "From what we heard from Molli, one of you told Sophia, that she would want one of our residents dead. What were you thinking?" I and Mike was in the office at Elm Tree House, talking to the twins, Stan and Joe I thought their names were.

"Well…" one of the boys started, "the thing is…"

"Hold on…" I began. "We´ll do it like this." I pulled out a chair. "Which one of you said that to her?" One of the boys raised his hand, "come sit here." I pulled out a chair, and took another chair and pulled it so in case there would be two people sitting there, they would be sitting looking at each other. The boy sat down, and the other boy started to sit down on the other chair.

"No, no, you keep on standing. What´s your name?" I turned to the sitting boy.

" Stan Burnes."

"Okay Stan Burnes, imagine…. Sophia sitting on that chair." I pointed to the empty chair. "Imagine, you´re the only two in this room, and say, whatever you wanna say to her…."

"This is a stupid game…" Stan said.

"No… no just try it."

"Okay… okay…" Stan said. I moved to the end of the room, I showed Mike and Joe to be quiet, and then…

"and…. Action." I said. Stan looked to the chair in front of him.

"You know you´re kind of scary right?" He began. "You look like some creepy kid from a horror movie. Gosh seeing you with all that black hair, and pale skin, gosh kid! You look like a freaking ghost… and besides that, you´ve got these creepy eyes, and look like us others like you´ve got the world on your shoulders. Like… maybe it would get better if we actually got to know ANYTHING about who you are and where you come from. I mean, creepy just get creepier when you know nothing about it. Guess that´s what making people so afraid of the dark, they don´t know what´s there, the unknown scare…. Damn what am I doing? This is a stupid game," I looked to the floor for a second, when I looked up again, Stan was storming out of the room.

"You wanna give it a try?" I looked to Joe, he nodded, and sat down on the chair, Stan earlier had sat on, none of noticed that the door to the office was still a little bit open.

"Hey Sophia." Joe began, obviously insecure about what he would say. "You know… before you came here, I and Stan… or mostly Stan actually… we had been like… ruling this place. And… I don´t think you´re the one scaring Stan… I think what scares him, is that since you came here. When the others see the way he treats you. They understand what a big jerk he actually can be sometimes… most of the time. And his willing to have power over everything and everyone, and the way he thinks that he can do whatever he wants to everybody. It´s gotten us kicked out of eight care- homes. And… I´ve been starting to think… that maybe, maybe it would be better for all of us, if I and him were split up. Because, Stan has a way of getting foes with everyone, and when he does that, they usually think the same about me. And… the thing is… I kind of like everyone here, I kind of like everything about this place… and… and maybe we could be friends… when you come back." Joe stopped talking.

Joe pov

I stood up, thanked George and walked out of the office. Just when I came around the corner, before I could react, Stan had pressed me up against the wall.

"What´s going on with you man? You´re supposed to be on my side! What are you falling in love with the creepiest little creep in Newcastle or what?"

"No… I´m not falling in love with her!" The door to the office opened, George and Mike came out, the two of them, together managed to pull my brother away from me. When I stood on my own two feet Stan continued.

"Then why are you acting like this… you wouldn´t go all maybe we could be friends with a girl you weren´t in love with."

"Well maybe I would."

"Joe, seriously. You´ve never had a girlfriend, and now you go all, maybe we could be friends over a girl. I mean what am I supposed to expect?"

George pov

Joe seemed very stressed out at this moment, he was stroking his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, and his breath was shaky. He was fingering with his own fingers, while he took a deep breath.

"I couldn´t fall in love with Sophia… I couldn´t fall in love with her."

"What do you mean you couldn´t fall in love with her?" Stan asked.

"I couldn´t… I´m in love with someone else." Stan laughed.

"So you couldn´t fall in love with two people at once… bullshit. Who´s the girl you´re in love with?"

"No… I mean it… I couldn´t fall in love with her… and it´s not a girl… it´s Mark Eden… I´m gay."

Sophia pov

I sat leaning against a wall, at the mall in town, a little boy, maybe four or five years old walked past me. The boy looked at me, his eyes met mine for a split second.

Brown… big, soulful eyes… Aaron? I shook my head and looked away. Of course it wasn´t Aaron, this guy had much lighter hair than Aaron once had, and Aaron was dead. And if he lived, he would be seven years old now. I looked back to the boy, no, now when I saw his face, I saw that he had an all other shape of his face, and he was taller than what Aaron had been.

"COMPETERS , COMPETERS." A man, about twenty, walked around the mall. "NICE PRICES, COMPETERS FOR A DRAWING COMPETITION." Hmm, maybe I could win some money, maybe I would have some money and buy something to eat. I stood up and walked over to the guy.

"C-c-c-an"

"Can you compete? ´Course you can madam! " He laid his hand on my back and lead me towards the competing place, where two others, a man about forty and a girl about my age. The man who had lead us there took a microphone.

"So…. What you´re gonna do is… you´re getting each paper and pencils, and with those, you´re gonna make each picture of something you see around you. You can take help of the people around you, you can tell them to stay as a model, but you can´t let them draw for you… You get ten minutes… one two three… start." I looked around, and spotted the little boy with eyes that looked like Aarons. I walked over to him and sat down on the floor.

"Hey, is it all right if I draw you?" the boy nodded and I held my papers on the floor and started drawing, I only used the grey pencils to draw the boy. I did every move fast and short, so I would get done in time. When it was two minutes left, I was done, the picture wasn´t too god, but it would do it.

"What´s your name?"

"Christopher." I wrote his name in one of the corners of the paper, and my own in another corner. Then I showed the picture to Christopher and his mum.

"Oh wow mum look." Christopher said, his mum kneeled down beside him so she could see it better.

"Look at those eyes. " She almost whispered. "Wow, my young lady, you´ve sure got some talent, you´ve managed to get the sparkle in Christopher´s eyes, the soul in them, buy using pencils and a paper." I thanked her. And then it was time for the judges- who were the audience, all the people at the mall it seemed like, the man who held the competition jumped up on a table and showed the audience the three pictures.

"This is… what did you say your name was sir?" the man looked down on the competing man. "Oh yeah, Lenny Murray´s picture, everybody who think it´s the best claps now." A few people clapped their hands... "Everybody who thinks Louisa Kip´s is the best… clap now." There were about ten to fifteen people clapping their hands, and I held my breath when I understood what was happening.

"And everyone who thinks this picture made by… what was your name?"

"Sophia Atkins."

"Sophia Atkins is the best… clap now." The whole mall exploded with clapping, and cheering.

"I guess we´ve got a winner." The man lifted me up on the table, and gave me my drawing, and a bag. I looked down in it, it had a draw pad- of that kind that´s really, really expensive, that real professionals use. And packages with pens and pencils, it also had small bags of candy and crisps. Great! Food. I climbed down from the table and took my first drawing and I reached it to Christopher.

"Here, you have it." I said. "There´s nothing I can do with it now." Christopher slowly reached his hand forward, and grabbed the drawing. I shook hands with his mum, and then Christopher hugged my legs after I stood up. I stroke his hair and looked up, and saw two police- men coming walking towards me.

"Uh- oh." With the bag with my price pressed to my chest so I wouldn´t drop it I ran as fast as I could away from Christopher and his mum, and desperately looked after somewhere to hide.

George pov

After Mike had wandered off with the twins, I walked into the office, I sat down on the chair the twins earlier had sat on, and looked to the empty.

"Imagine Sophia´s there." I said, mostly to break the silence. I took a deep breath and started.

"You know Sophia… before you came in, I´d had about five clients. Not so many in other words. But anyway… I can´t remember anyone of them, that I can remember meaning so much as you do. Why? Because you remind me of me. Yes I know, you´re a girl. But… you see, when I was twelve, I ended up in a care- home, a place just like this. I saw my mum murder my older brother after he told them he was gay. I couldn´t do something about the fact that he was dead, and when I saw that, I became… I don´t know what to call it. For the first year I lived in care, I barely ever spoke, and when I did it, someone had spoken to me first, asked me something," I opened the buttons in my button up. I had a simple white T- shirt under. I pulled out the left sleeve, and revealed a tattoo on the over- arm. A picture of an angel- boy, spreading out its wings.

"I got this for him, as soon as I´d turned eighteen. His name was Geoff." I stroke away two big tears that were floating down my cheeks, but soon, they were running faster than I could stroke them away.

"George?" I looked up when I heard Mike´s voice, he stood in the door, and I could see on the look on his face, that he had heard it all.

"You heard it!"

"Most of it I think." He came to sit at the empty chair, clapped my shoulder slightly.

"Do you… do you want to stay here until Sophia comes back?

"Yeah… yeah sure, I would like that."

Stopping there…. Well… everybody who didn´t think Christopher was adorable raise one hand…. Thought so.
well, guess you didn´t expect that about either Joe or George, don´t like, don´t read.