The Twisted World of Snowflake (chapter 1)

chapter 2

Now let me tell you a little about my self. I'm average height, a little on the short side at the whopping height of 5'3". I'm super skinny,even though I love all types of food. I have light redish-almost pinkish eyes, that contrast with my olive-coloured skin. I'm often told I'm scary because despite my height , my hair reaches my mid-thigh, since I never cut it in my life. My hair is weird too.

It's looks like a pure white almost pink colour, hence my name, or so that what the note left in the basket said. In case you haven't guess I'm an orphan, been one since birth. No matter how many homes or foster parents I been to, weird things have happened. We will get to that later. "-and this is Snowflake Mrs.Donaldson." Sherrie said snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turn to see something totally unexpected. Mrs.Donaldson doesn't even look a day older than 21. She has short pretty red hair that is spiked in all directions and a petite frame like me though a little taller like 5'5". She a little on the chubby side, but healthy fat. She also had bright sea foam green eyes that sparkled in the sun. She was wearing a long sleeved gray sweater with black and gray striped leggings with black uggs, making her look way younger, almost like a teenager.

Realizing I was staring, I stuttered "H-hello I'm...Snowflake... Call me Snow for short." Mrs. Donaldson smiled playfully and said, "Aren't you short enough." WOW that was painful for even me to hear. "Just kidding Snow. You can call me Zarah or Zara for short." Sherrie and I stare back at her before Sherrie says, "But that disrespectful for a child to adult by the first name." "But I call you Sherrie all the time and you don't mind," I stated indifferently, not getting the big deal.

"Um...But...Tha- um ..Ugh whatever." Sherrie says with her face bright red. Mrs. Donaldson smiles and says, "Are these all of her bags or are there more. I'll get a helpers to carry them inside for you." Of course , there are helpers here to do meaning less stuff like this I mean look at this place it's freaking huge. "I can carry them inside there's not a lot of stuff." I said looking down at my 2 suite cases next to me. "Okay, well are we done here Sherri- I mean Mrs. Johns," Zara said with a smirk on her face. "Yes, oh and Snow, remember if ever you need someone to talk to call me i will be right over."

Sherrie says. "I'm sure that wont be necessarily. Right Snow?" Zara says. "Yep, I'm fine you don't have to worry about me." I definitely do not need my social worker checking up on me 24/7 making me more of a out cast then I already going to be. "Great...Well bye then", Sherrie gives me a awkward hug before stepping in to her Kia Spectrum and driving off. "Woo, the bicth is finally gone!"

I look shockingly at Zara. "What, you must admit she is a handful. And very.. well pushy" I start laughing hearing this from my new foster parent, who usually love Sherrie. "How old are you really" I say trying to get my breathe back but failing horribly. "28, thank you very much!!" Zara says pouting, which only makes her look younger. "Well you look about six years old right now." "I know right," a voice says from behind me. I spin around to see the most handsome older-ish guy I've ever met.