"Miss Darrow?" I turn my head towards the judge, my eyes stinging from all the crying. "Yes, sir?" "Would you like the question repeated?" "Yes, sir." The judge cleared his throat, "Would you like to live in a foster home or with your grandparents?" I sighed and wiped a tear away, "Foster home, sir." "You sure?" "Yes, sir. I'm sure." I nodded, without any words, the judge smacked his mallet; "Case closed." A man in a suite helps me up and out of the judging room. Jury and listeners watched me leave out of the room, their eyes mocking me. Telling me that I shouldn't survive. The man told me to wait in the hallway, I nodded and stayed put. I sighed as I looked at the window, cameras and interviewing people waiting for me. "Mother, why didn't you come back?" "Leslie?" I turned to see a boy, my age, look at me. "Yes?" "I'm Dylan, I was a family friend to your mom. My father was going to marry your mother but..." He trailed off, seeing that my eyes were sore of tears and tired. "Dylan, I remember my mother mentioning your name." He came a little closer, "Are you, alright?" I looked at him, my blue eyes to his hazel ones. "So much drama over someone who has died in a movie accident." He put his hand on mine, "My father is in London at the moment but he did here the news, I was sent here to find you." "What do you or your father need me for?" "My father would like you to stay with us. He'll call the foster care people and I can take you to my house." "Where is it?" "It's here in New York." I turn back to the crowds of people waiting for me. The man was coming up the stairs, we heard his feet hitting the hard wooden staircase. "I guess, I can live with you and your father for awhile." He smiled, a warm humble one. "Great, come with me." He took my hand and walked towards the staircase. The man looked at the two of us, Dylan handed him a note. The man nodded and went down with us.

The crowds of people talking all at once, cameras flashed, my mind spinning around from everything. The man in the suite helped Dylan and I into a black limo and closed the door. "To the house, please, John." "Yes, Master Driscoll." The car started to drive away. Everything fated away into the distance. I sighed and leand my head onto Dylan's shoulder and started to doze off into sleep. "Leslie?" Dylan whispered in a lullaby tone, "Yes?" "I know that you'll like it here. I promise." With those words, I fell asleep.