A Girl with Flowers in Her Hair

"It's not her..." They Confirmed The Worst

"Airplane flight 257 crashed into the United Deserts region right after take off due to an unknown cause. Everyone on the plane has been confirmed dead except for one body that is missing. Lelo Sune, a native of the Heckle Tribe, was on the plane. This fifteen year old girl is suppose to be the new tribe leader but if she is not found soon alive or dead the tribe will go into anarchy and end with plenty of death. Fortunately, our own president has stepped up and has set up a small wake for Lelo and is sending his own first born son to lead the Heckle Tribe. How generous is he. Stay tuned for this breaking story."

The radio went silent for a while then the music started to play again. I looked up and stared out the window at this dull city. Everyone says New York is amazing and the life you'd dream to live with all the lights and glitz and the city that never sleeps but I promise you it's not. I live in this house for lost kids. It's basically a holding tank for the kids who are waiting to go to the next foster house and waiting for the one day where they get adopted by a beautiful family but it's not even a group home. Until then, we walk these dim skinny hallways and eat two small meals a day. Three if it's a holiday. The rest of the time I stare out this tiny window from the common room. Usually on the girls floor we have 6 per room but I'm the only one whole live in this left wing. Most of my roommates have now been adopted by amazing families and living their happily ever after. One roommate has been killed by the monsters in her head. The last roommate had a choice to either stay with me or move to the room of five girls on the other side of this hell hole. I've never had a choice in this world.

I'm more of a dreamer to be honest. My realist parents left me at this foster home because I kept saying the weirdest things. Mostly it was about a culture I helped create and how I'm meant to rule this land far away when I turned fifteen. They lost it when I mentioned that they were waiting for me to save them in the garden. It's been to much for anyone to handle, let alone a roommate.

I tend to walk with power I guess. That's what the rest of them whisper about to each other at least. When I walk out of my 'cluttered' room as Jays like to call, I make a sharp turn at the edge of my doorway to face my humble abode as I do everytime like I'm memorizing where everything is in case it moves. Jays says it's home to ghosts and demons filling it to the edges. It's actually filled with the ghosts of memories of who used to be there. Now the room shines with light from the sun reflecting off busy traffic in the snow-less city and off the four blank white walls. Quite a lonely sight but it's my temporary home. Three bunk beds fill most of the room. Two seem to jut out of the wall of the left side and the other hugs the right wall. Tucked under the window on the far wall is my desk. With a few missing drawers, it was perfect to carve into with my black pen with a nice broke metal part sticking out the side. The only empty part not carved it the top to keep me sane. I walk back over to add another tally on the side. I've keep track of how many days I've been here since everyone else has lost hope. Seven months and 23 days. It doesn't feel that long but of course it's been a blur with little connect to the world.

No one is excited but we all now it's soon to be Christmas. To be fair, who wants to be stuck without a family on Christmas Eve? At least they don't remember being orphaned since I was the only one orphaned as a teen in this tank. It will always be vivid for me... Anyway, we grabbed our food from the tiny kitchen and made our way single file to the dining room. We ate in silence and the other girls gave me their daily glares and rolled eyes while leaving empty chairs as barriers between us to give them a running start or something  like I'm a beast. Maybe I am. Once we finish our small meals, we dimiss ourselves and wash our own dishes in the sink to go sit in the cold rooms till curfew.