Faye looked at the door and sighed softly her hands in front of her clutching her only suitcase, her guitar was strapped to her back. She did not have much, her only other belongings having been sent a few days ago. Was the social worker telling the truth? Had she really made sure everything was alright with this man and his son? She did not remember her father or her brother having only been two when she was taken. Now and again she would get glimpse but nothing she could put a name to or a memory. She held the strap tighter before moving one hand to ring the bell.
Her mother and and father had a nasty divorce fourteen years ago and they split custody of the two children. She with her mother he with the father. That was the last time they seen one another...in court. Her mother now dead from breast cancer she was sent to live with her only relatives. Faye looked just like her mother, long blond hair, bright blue eyes. She was also a very shy 16 year old not comfortable with moving in with a complete set of strangers, She closed her eyes before putting on a brave face.
She was shy with new people but even when she got to know people she was quiet, even more so now do to the recent tragedy, She sighed softly and waited just wondering if they were home, damn social worker leaving her there alone to wait at the door.