The young girl sits in the girls bedroom, at her foster home, in her creaky old bed. She plays with an old rag doll as tears silently slide down the 6 year olds cheek. She sits in the dull, dusty room and hears the screams and shouts of the the other children playing outside.
The mousy haired brunette, hears the creaks of the hardwood floor,
Knowing that someone is approaching the girls bedroom. She quickly tries to wipe away her tear and hide her doll under her pillow.
A small knock is on the door frame and She looks up to see a brown haired boy. He has grass stains on his pants and a dirt on his forehead. The small girl brushes some of her brown hair that escaped her messy braids and gives the both the most convincing smile she can.
"Hi," She says sweetly trying to swallow her tears and act as if she was never crying.
The boy walks silently towards her and crawls up onto her bed sitting at the foot of it, while she sits at the head. "Are you ok?" The boy asks giving the girl a toothy smile.
"Yep," She squeaks out. She analyzes the boys outfit, blue jeans, a grey shirt and worn tennis shoes, they most
Likely are all hand-me-downs like her sky blue dress.
"I don't think your telling the truth," the boy deducts.
"Well I am," the girl protests crossing her hands across her chest.
"My little brother used to say that after he was beaten up by my big brother. His face would be red
and puffy, like yours. His voice would be tight and he would sit alone with his teddy bear. He was never alright," The boy says, he gets up of the bed and walks toward the head taking the girl's rag doll from under her pillow. She opens her mouth to yell at him to give it back, but he sets it into her lap and sits next to her. "You aren't alright either, and it makes me sadder to see you sad."
A tears silently rolls down the girl's cheek. She's not sure what to think right now. Is he just pretending to be nice and is just really going to tease her like the other big kids? Or does he really care?
"Don't cry," he says wiping her tear of her cheek. "It's ok, I'll make sure they won't tease you again. My names Grant by the way, Grant Ward."
She smiles at the realization that the boy, Grant, really does care. "I'm Mary Sue Poots, but I hate the name."
"Then change it," Grant says as if it was the most obvious thing ever and looks around the room for a new name idea, his eyes land on "Mary's" sky blue dress and he gasps. "What about Skye?" He asks with excitement and the girl's face light up with a genuine smile and she giggles.
"I like that."
"Good, so Skye what's your story?" Grant asks.
The 6 year old and the 8 year old sit on Skye's bed side by side and talk to eachother, sharing their stories.
Skye tells Ward how she doesn't know who her parents are and has always been passed around between foster parents and orphanages across the country. And how she doesn't make friends or get close to anyone, because once she does she's moved to a new place. She shares information about the horror homes and the ones that seem perfect.
Grant tells his equally (if not more) sad story of how he lost his family. Grant lived with his family of six on their large estate until he was 6, when his family fell apart. His parents were abusive and manipulate. They were constantly getting into fights and had screaming matches at night, keeping the boys and their sister up. Grant's older brother, Christian, took advantage of Grant and their younger brother, Thomas and forced them to do things. Meanwhile, their sister, Violet, would hideaway in her room or at her friends house. It was a rough life, but Grant endured it and tried to protect his sister and Thomas, until the day it fell apart.
