Behind the Wallflower

New world

I finished settling my things when I heard the car horn. I looked through the Window and saw a car pulling into the front of the house. It must be Helena's husband William.

I saw William get off followed by two teenagers. A boy a bit younger than me and A girl about 12 or something.

The boy had brown hair and a pair of dark eyes like Helena's. I couldn't make it if it was dark or Brown but they were certainly big.

The girl on the other hand had wavy raven hair. She had big dark eyes like her father. She was certainly a beautiful girl.

I saw them laughing while heading to the house.

I closed the window and sat down. What were they like? Would be nice? Did they know about my life as Sabrina Herneoux? I suddenly felt scared of meeting them. I never cared what people thought of me but this was a new family who took me in regardless of my life history.

I opened my wardrobe to find the appropriate dress to wear. All my clothes were certainly short. I didn't know what to do. So I took the least short of all my dresses that I took with me. It was a pretty royal blue dress that that I have never wore. Actually I never wore the same clothes twice. Something I learned from my mother.

After agreeing with my appearance I headed downstairs to meet the Walters.

As if sensing me they all turned up and looked at me. I suddenly felt out of place and my legs lost their will to hold me. I sat on the nearest empty sofa and smiled at them.

"This is Sabrina, She is going to be staying with us for a while" Helena started.

I smiled at them.

"Hi" I said shortly.

"Sabrina look at you. All grown up.last time I saw you you were younger than Hailey" William said.

I pictured the girl to be Hailey. Seeing her now it's clear she was certainly pretty.

"OMG! really? This is so cool! Finally we can have girl time and talk about boys and dresses are makeups" She said in delight.

I couldn't help myself from laughing. She was so enthusiastic.

"Am Brandon" The boy said.

"You are from England right?" He asked.

"Yes I am" I answered back.

"Why don't you have their accent? Your accent is almost perfectly American." This boy was smart.

My mother was American and after she got married to father and had me her accent didn't change even after years of living there.

I used to love being a replica of my mother. I even tried talking like her and it was hard at first but eventually I got hold of it. I perfectioned it by watching American movies and that really developed my accent.

"I guess I took that from my mother" I simply said.

"And she was..." He went on.

"Brandon! " My aunt snapped at him.

"Anyway" He went on clearly ignoring his mom.

"You have to tell me all about England. Well I do know much but it would be nice to know about it from someone actually from there"

I smiled. This wasn't going to be hard. I was pretty smart really. Unlike my former friends.

After that we had dinner. We prayed before eating and talked about how their day went. It was my first proper dinner that didn't involve sudden calls about business or balls.