The Foster Child

Eyes as gleaming as a precious blue stone, copper hair like the mane of a lion and a face of a china doll. Her tears like a thousand storms and her voice like a thousand bells. She was the Foster Child.

"Lalala!" sung the angelic voice of a young girl.

"She's only five and already has been with six foster parents," Stated the carer at the orphanage, "It's sad to see such an innocent thing like her to have gone through what she has gone through."

"What do you mean?" I stated confused by the statement, "what has she gone through, what trauma?"

"Oh, I must have forgotten to say! Her parents gave her in when she was only one year old, and since then three of her foster parents have been murdered and the other three had to leave the country!" enthusiastically said the carer as my eyes widened at the thought of three murders. Why did all the people leave such an innocent girl, seeing her gently playing with her mattered teddy bear my heart was fixed; she was coming home with me.

"Hello sweetie! What's your name?" I asked in a sweet tone trying to sound kind and generous on our first meeting. Her cheeks blushed like budding roses as she became shy and a small smile spread across her round face.

"My name is Keaira," she giggled as she hugged her teddy warmly and played with her curly hair. I then looked away from her adorable face and then looked at her room. It was a sky blue with peeling paint and a small window. The furniture consisted of a small bed, a set of draws and a small desk and chair which upon it lay some old crayons and a small, worn book. I stared at the book trying to decipher the wording on the cover, I strained my eyes but it was no use. I then lowered my head and bowed at defeat.

I then looked up to discover that there were two blue eyes staring curiously at my neutral expression a small smile crept onto my face in an effort to seem worriless to Keaira.

"Are you ok?" she asked still with a curious expression on her face.

"Yes thank-you. How are you?" I said quickly changing the subject.

"Good," she muttered shyly, then turning around to go sit in the chair next to her desk resuming a drawing I presumed. I shot a glance at my mum and dad, with pleading eyes.

"When can she come home with us?" I asked the carer, surprised by the sudden acknowledgement.

"Oh, well you will have to fill out all the forms," stated the still shocked carer, "and we will need to let her know." I then glanced into the carers brown eyes as she began to fiddle with her work uniform and staring at her canvas, lace up shoes. I then looked away slowly as I continued to figure out my emotions at that point. It was a mixture of happiness, longing, excitement and care.

"Well, I should start with that shouldn't I?" Mum asked the carer adding a smile and a gesture to her statement. I then glanced back at the Keaira, away from my parents, to see her looking at me with a smile on her face and her small hand waving at me, "bye Keaira."

Note from tayrol: This is my first upload on this story (obviously!), will try and write more for other chapters, so short cause I wanted to get away from this setting! :D And the name Keaira also means little dark one.

~tayrol