Kay, so, this is story of an Angel

I'm warning you now; it's addicting (:

heavy themes and stuff, do not own and blah blah..

This is just to get to know some about our main characters okay? (:

Enjoy please

'So what was her name again?' Joe asked our mother as we walked in to the orphanage.

'As I told you before, her name is Angela Stevens.' My mom answered him patiently.

'Right... I knew that.' He nodded.

'Sure you did Joe.' I said 'that's why you asked.'

My other brother Kevin laughed. 'Do I detect sarcasm Nicholas?' He asked.

I just grinned at him.

'Come on guys, behave, this is a big day for our family, remember?' our father said also half smiling.

'Right, sorry dad.' Kevin as usual spoke for all of us.

We stopped at a white desk with a bored looking woman sitting behind it.

'We are, um, looking for Ms. Um…' my mother looked at a little paper. 'Ms, McGinger?' She half asked.

The lady behind the desk pointed at a door.

'Through that door, second on the left, room 022.' She said while turning the page of her magazine.

'Well... thank you.' My mother said a bit offended.

I saw Kevin and Joe exchange a look. 'Awkward...' Joe stated.

We walked through the door, into another boring white-grey hallway. It looked sober and cheap.

What a dump to grow up in. I thought, and by the looks my brothers gave the half dead plants and the dusty benches, they thought exactly the same.

My father knocked on a door witch had painted 02 and something witch looked like it once had been a two on it.

'Come in.' a voice told us.

The room behind the door was not much better from the hallway. The only thing that looking recent was the lady sitting at the desk, and she was like what? 55?

'Ah, welcome, you must be the Jonas family! Sit down, sit down. I'm Melanie McGinger.

Welcome to the Sandi ford Orphanage. We're so happy you decided to adopt one of our older children.' She babbled.

My mom smiled at her much better behaviour then what we had just received from the desk-lady.

'Yeah, our boys are all a bit older now and I have always wanted a daughter.' My mom said.

'Oh, I see. Still, I have to ask, don't you want an a bit less, troubled child?' the woman asked hesitantly.

'No, we don't.' my mother spoke again, this time more sharply.

My father coughed and said: 'we'd rather not.'

Joe sighed. 'Can we see her already?!' he asked the lady.

She smiled at him. 'Sure we can, you want to meet your new sister right.'

'Yeah, the new Jonas sister.' Kevin smiled at the word, I had to admit, it sounded good.

'Fine then, fine then, come with me.' Ms. McGinger said.

She led us through several grey-white hallways with too many doors to count. We heard screaming and yelling from playing kids. They all wore a grey uniform, Pants, a pullover and a tie for the boys.

Skirt instead of pants for the girls.

My father started to walk next to Ms. McGinger. 'Can you tell us what exactly happened to the girl?'

Child services couldn't tell us before today and we were all very curious. Maybe her parents died.

Or, like Joe believed she was left behind on the porch on Christmas Eve by a secret spy family, who couldn't keep her, but later would be looking for her.

Of course nobody actually listened to him.

After he asked Ms McGinger looked at my father with an honestly sad expression. She sighed and really seemed worried. You could say a lot about Ms McGinger, but I bet you, that she, deep down, cared a lot about these children.

'Unfortunately we can't, because, well, she won't tell us.'

We looked at her in surprise. 'Sorry?' I said.

'Since the police found her, covered in blood and bruises. She hasn't spoken one word.'

Everybody stopped walking. 'Sorry?' Kevin now asked.

'The investigations tell us that she probably has been abused for several years, probably by her father.

He almost killed her that night. She was lucky someone heard her scream.'

I swallowed, she wasn't kidding when she said the girl was troubled.

'Poor girl.' My mother whispered. 'She won't talk?' Joe asked, you could tell he already started to care about the girl.

Me and Kevin just looked at each other in horror.

'Not a single word, but I promise you will love her. She's such a sweet girl. So polite. Always helps out wherever she can. We don't know where she learned to take care of others that way, but everybody loves her. The toddlers will be sad when she doesn't show up tomorrow.'

That's when she stopped at a door. 'Here it is.' She knocked on the door with one of her rings.

She didn't wait for answer and let us go first.

It was a small room. Just big enough for a bed, a desk and a small closet.

On the desk sat a girl, thé girl, our new sister. She wore the grey uniform, from where I stood it looked awfully to large to fit her. She turned around, a pencil in her hand.

I was the first one to see her; long dark hair fell like a waterfall on her shoulders. Big green eyes watched me curiously from underneath long lashes. She was pale, and as I saw earlier she was extremely skinny.

That didn't matter, I thought she was very, very, pretty. Especially soft look on her face. Easy lovable, it said.

I saw my mother and Joe flash a smile at her, while my father just looked at her with friendly curiosity.

Kevin on the other hand, looked at something behind her.

I lend to the side a bit, trying to find out what he was looking at.

On the desk was a journal. Still open, she had been writing in it.

I wondered what exactly she had been writing. Maybe that journal knew why she was silent.

'Hello, dear, this is the family I told you about. They want to adopt you.' Ms McGinger said.

Her eyes widened, first with shock. After that suspicion. You could tell she didn't trust easily.

Joe, being Joe, stepped forward. 'Hey! I'm Joseph, Joe for short.' He smiled his 'Joe' smile at her.

Her eyes looked him up and down. She ignored his hand and just waved at him.

'You have to be a little careful with her. She doesn't like being touched. We think it's from the beats she got as a child, pretty bad if you ask me.' Ms McGinger whispered.

I shuddered and stepped up. I already wanted to be her brother, protect her,

I felt a strange urge to help her. I didn't know why, I guess she really was easy lovable and with that, she looked incredibly vulnerable…

I didn't reach my hand, but just waved at her. 'Hello there, I'm Nicholas, nick for short. I'm sure you are going to be happy with us. I promise.' I smiled at her, she just waved again. Of course, Kevin was next.

He just smiled at her and said simply: 'I'm Kevin, just Kevin. I'm very glad you are joining our family.'

'We all are.' My mother added and gave the girl her warm mother smile. She looked honestly curious now.

'I'm Denise, your foster mother now. Consider me everything you want, I just want you to know that I, and all of us. Will be there for you, my dear.' The girl nodded a bit distracted, like she didn't really know whether to believe mom or not. Still, she looked a bit relieved.

Our Mom probably remembered her of her own mother. God, I really hoped we could help her.

'Good, you all signed the papers yesterday. All her luggage is packed. I think you are ready to go. If you have any questions call me, you've got my number.' Ms McGinger spoke. 'Sweetie, are you ready to go?' she asked.

The girl nodded, grabbed her journal, but after that shot a nervous glance at us. She looked pretty uncomfortable. Especially in her to big clothes.

'Wow, you're small.' Joe stated. Witch earned him a smack on the back of his head from Kevin.
I glared at Joe, even though it was true. She WAS small. No bigger than 5.3.

She just stared at Joe, backing away when Ms McGinger went to her closet and pulled out one single, small suitcase out.

I bet you my mother would take her shopping, VERY soon. Taking Joe and Kevin with her, seeing the looks they gave the suitcase…

I walked towards Ms McGinger and offered to carry the suitcase. The girl didn't look like she could carry even this suitcase. In return I got an apologising look. What'd she need to apologise for?

We walked through the grey hallways again, till we reached the main entrance. The woman behind the desk still looked as bored as when we came. I made eye contact with Joe and rolled my eyes. He just smirked. What was he up to?

'Diane?' Ms McGinger asked the desk-lady. 'Would you be so nice to give me the forms 1.304 and 3.237?'

The lady, looking like she rather had stayed and read her magazine said: 'sure, locket 107?' her voice was sharp and sounded a bit like scratching. The kind of sound that gave you Goosebumps. Ms McGinger nodded.

The lady quickly returned with the files. I recognized them. Mom and Dad signed them yesterday.

Ms McGinger gave them to my father and said: 'I wish you the best with her. Please treat her well, she deserves a little love.' My mother nodded and gave her a womanly nod. One of those nods only female minds seemed to understand.

We walked towards the heavy brown front doors. Me and Joe walking on either side of the girl.

'So sweetie, you are part of the family now. What should we call you while you're with us?' my mother said to her. She shrugged, of course she couldn't tell us, because she didn't or couldn't speak.

'What about we call you Angel? You are such a beautiful girl, and to us you are an angel from heaven.'

The girl looked up in surprise, recognition in her eyes. 'That's clear then. We call you Angel for now.'

My mother nodded and the girl, Angel, nodded back. She seemed happy with her name.

'Cool, I like it, It suites you, but, has anybody seen my fake spider?' Joe said. Looking around for it in his pockets. We all shrugged. Joe could be so weird sometimes. Still, we all loved him.

'Angel?' I said and she looked up to me. 'Welcome to the family.' I told her warmly.

She looked at me, something I couldn't quite place visible on her face.

Then suddenly, we heard a scream from behind us. A sharp, nails scratching a blackboard like scream.

'Guess she found it.' Joe said smugly.

A smile appeared on Angel's face. I looked at it in awe and saw Joe's mouth fall open as well.

She had an angelic smile…

There you have it...

So watcha think?? As you could see, I'll use the normal names, not Lucas or Grey. Shane, Nate etc.

I'm not sure what pairings I will use in this one... suggestions are welcome!

Probably Stella, Macie and others will be in the coming chapters. So should I let Joe and Stella secretly like each other, what about Kev and Macie?

Any suggestions for the story will be helpful and considered for the story

Your wish is my command!