The Cullen Sister

Chapter One

IT'S BEEN YEARS since Ada had first entered the foster home and it doesn't look any different from the first day she'd arrived. The cream colored walls, the polkadot curtains, everything seemed like it used to be a home once, with small children running in the yard and watching television shows with each other. But to Ada it is only filled with hate and dread.

She's been here for nine years and time ticked on like a broken clock. She just wanted someone to love her, to care for her when she most needed it. And now was surely the time.

Ada felt less tense as the fog from last night's rain seemed to seep away into the morning mist, so she grabbed her jacket and boots and went out to the back porch of the home. Her boots picked up soggy pieces of grass and dirt from the children who must've came outside this morning. She tried her best to dodge them as she made her way to the rocking chair in the middle of the porch.

When she first came to the home, the porch and chair were the only thing she admired. She didn't like the other children or even the workers who tried their best to cheer her up. It wasn't like a daycare where you only came for a few hours a day, but you were ingulfed in the hurried movements of everyone around you. This area was the only place she spent most of her time in and that made her feel safe and welcome.

She opened up a small drawer under the coffee table and pulled out a sketchpad. It was just the time of day when she loved to draw the landscape of the backyard, when the sky was a light gray after the rain and the grass was a little damp. Nobody came outside during this time and she had to admit she loved the solitude.

"Nobody would bother me here," Ada thought. "Nobody wants to be alone out here except for me."

And she was right, nobody came outside during the morning. The grass was too wet for anyone to play and the others wanted to sleep in. Ada had nothing better to do in her days full of longing.

"Of course," she muttered. She searched through the small area in search for a pen or something to draw with, but of course, in her daze after spending her short time after dinner to sketch, she'd forgotten to grab her pen to place inside the trap door.

She didn't want to go back in the building until breakfast, but even after that she didn't want to go in. Ada sighed lazily as she opened the back door to the porch and stepped inside the warm confinements of the living room.

A few children sat on the large sofa in the middle of the room, staring at the television watching some kids show she wouldn't be interested in anyway. She walked by and continued to the stairs to the second floor, her shoes squeaking noisily against the wood floors.

A few people looked at her but quickly averted their attention back to what they were doing before. She hated the spotlight, despised it if you will, and this just made her try to hide under her jacket again.

She walked past the dining hall and she was almost at the stairs when someone stopped her. "Ada, are you coming to breakfast?" Samantha, a caregiver, asked her. Her long brown hair was pulled into a messy bun and her uniform looked way too big for her.

"I'll come back down later, I just need to grab something." She walked past her and continued to walk up the stairs. "Oh, Ada?" She turned around to face the woman. "Someone would like to meet you, be ready in an hour."

Ada ignored the woman and went up the stairs to her shared bedroom. "Who would want to meet me?" She wondered. She opened the door to her bedroom and was welcomed by a dark room. Nobody was in their beds, which she figured, and it was quiet despite the birds chirping in the distance.

She hurried towards her bed and opened the nightstand, frantically looking for a pen or something. But the nightstand was empty except for a few drawings she had kept over the years. So much for that idea.