Angel Sent Through Hell

Chapter 1: Fresh Start

(pictured above is Chainta Li (without glasses) )

I placed my forehead on the glass car window.  It felt cool, I listened to the Indie music playing low through the speakers. Soft rain splattered against the dashboard, and I watched the wind-shield wipers swipe them away. I focused my attention on one raindrop, and I watched it trail all the way down the middle, and then get forcefully swiped away.  It then rolled down the side of the wind-shield, and onto the hood of the car. I turned back to the window and moved my forehead to a different spot on the window where it was cold. 

"Chai!" Mrs. Donna said.  I turned and faced the big woman and stared at her blankly.  I was just starting to get comfortable and  now she wants to talk?  Mrs. Donna was a plump black woman, with her natural hair cut short into a bob. She had skinny eyebrows, but big fat lips. She wore a hot pink blouse, and black jeans.  She gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and the other she fixed the air condition. 

"Ma'am?" I said.  I knew what she was going to say, because I've heard this talk a million times.  

"We're gonna miss you down at the orphanage," she sighed.  I jolted awake. Miss me?  What does that even mean? I know I've been in and out of there for twelve years, but she didn't have to rub it in.  I must have looked at her in a funny way because she smiled, "not like that, baby.  Ya know', you've been here with us for so long, it's sad to see you go."  

I wanted to say to her: You know these people here are just going to take one look at me and be like, "What's the orphanage's return policy?" 

But I bit my tongue and sighed, "How do you know?"

"Hmm?" she grunted frustratingly at the air condition turning the knobs all different ways. 

"How do you know this one is permanent?" I said.

"These people are good," she said once she had finally got the right temperature she wanted.  She looked at me and patted my thigh, and then turned to face the road, both hands on the steering wheel now. 

"Okay," I said, trying to feel optimistic, but dread hunger over me. I had been in eight foster homes since my parents abandoned me at the foot of the orphanage.  The orphanage, "Yellow Day Kids" has been my home ever since. 

"Yellow Day Kids" is a small place.  All of it's walls are painted a headache-yellow, and the whole building smells like bleach.  Yet, this is where I grew up at, and I already miss it.  When Dr. James came into my room where I stay with  three other girls, and told me to follow him, I was nervous.  relunctatnly, I followed him into his office where he told me big news.  A family two hours away wanted me.  I remeber my heart bursting with joy, but then fear. Who purposely adopts a fifteen year old?  I remember thinking.  Yet, I said I'd go, and I packed all my stuff, and filled out some papers, and a week later.... Boom.  Riding with Mrs. Donna, our cook.

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Tap.  Tap. 

I jumped awake, and noticed that I was still in the car.  I had a kink in my neck, and I had a little drool on my right shoulder.  I looked out the window to see that it was night time, and a person was opening my door.  The door opened to reveal a boy around my age.

"Hello! My name is Braxton Bones ." he said, smiling.  He had brown hair with even darker eyes. He had tan skin, and wore a casual t-shirt and shorts.  He was defintely older than me, but not by much. 

I stared at him blankly, still confused about what was going on.

"It's so good to have someone new around here, I was getting tired of Vivean," Braxton laughed, and another girl hit him. It startled me, because I didn't even notice her at first.  She came into view or the car's interior lights, and I noticed she was very pretty.  She was Hawaiian, and had long dark black hair, and caramel skin.  Her eyes where deep brown and small pink lips.