Charity had not seen Rachel for months and knew that if this happened, she was to come here. She was only a little girl but she remembered where this place was and entered. Quickly she walked to the Office and knocked on the door. In her hands was a small owl statue. She wore a long shirt, kid jeans, her jacket and backpack to cover her wings. She was nervous, unsure of what would happen now that she was lone again. Would she make friends here? Would anyone like her? er parents told hr she was a freak, abandoned her at 6 to live on the streets. Rachel was the first mutant she met, the first kind face. The first person to welcome her to home. And now, Rachel was gone. She sighed and knocked again, waiting for an answer. She took in a deep breath and pet the owl statue bringing it to life. It hooted and stretched its wings.
"Anyone there?"
"Anyone there?"