This happens more often than not, you getting stuffed into another foster home. Another family who inevitably wouldn’t want some shy faerie freak. You never said anything to the adults or the other kids which made everyone get easily irritated by your presence. Not only that but you were too smart. It was like you were always ten steps ahead of everyone else and as you’d been told a million times before, nobody likes a smartass.

When you walked into the place cradling your stuffed bunny close to your heart and looking up at your new foster mothers you just wanted to cry. You wiped your nose and looked around. That’s when your eyes landed on Annalise. She was a bit bigger than you and the first thing you thought was that she was the prettiest girl you’d ever seen. The kind that made your ten year old heart flutter. She started walking over to you but one of the fosters grabbed her and whispered something to her that made her go away.

You started following her around everywhere. Something about Annalise just felt safe to you for the first time in well… ever. You never said anything to her but she seemed to be fine with you following her like a lost puppy. Other kids picked on you a lot but Annalise punched one of them and nobody bothered you anymore. There was a silent understanding that you were her friend and she wouldn’t let anyone bother you.

One day you had taken a nap on the couch and had a nightmare. Another memory of the day your mothers died and the time after where you were scared to leave the house on your own. You slipped into the bedroom crying and holding bunny close. You fell into your bottom bunk and buried yourself in your blanket as you cried. You were desperately calling out for your mothers. You felt a tap on your shoulder and saw Annalise hanging from her bunk by her knees, a look of pity on her face. You looked at her and begged her not to hurt you. Told her you wouldn’t cry anymore. Annalise just looked at you softly and whispered, “Why would I hit you? You just want your mommies.”