At this point I wanna meet her mom and see what's going on. "Sweetie what's your name?" "Izzy" she said. "Izzy, is there any were we could meet up with your mommy? Do you know her phone number?" I said hoping she would have a answer. "No I don't know her number and I already told you...she doesn't want me..." Izzy said. I noticed I have been standing in the door way letting the cold air in...let alone little Izzy must be freezing. "Izzy would you like to come in?" I asked."yes please" she said with a warming smile. As she enters the house I was worried that my mother would wake up and flip shit that some little girl is in our house. But I didn't let one little thought take over. Izzy was pretty skinny for suck a young girl, so I thought it would be nice and giver her something to eat . "Would you like to eat something? I asked. "Yes" she answered back. I lead her to the kitchen and asked what she would like to eat. "A peanut butter sandwich please." She said. I gave her a little smile and got out the bread and peanut butter. "So how old are you?" I asked. "I'm 8." She answered back. "Your very young, why would your mother be so mean?" I asked trying to get SOME information. "I don't know, she's never treated me as her daughter." I was wondering how she has such good grammar... So I asked. "You have quite good grammar for a 8 year old." I said. "I'm different." she said looking at her hands. I walked quietly over to Izzy and put her little cold yet dry hands in mine. "What do you mean your difrent sweet heart?" I asked. Izzy took a deep breath and said something I will never forget. "I'm not alive."
I'm very sorry I didn't post on FRiday like I said I would. But I have been really sick. I hope you like this chapter. Thanks for all your help and advice.
