The clock stroke twelve as Sunflare Shine lay awake in her bed. It was the feeling of anticipation that didn’t allow her to sleep. She didn’t know where this feeling came from but sometime in the afternoon it had begun and the past had thought her to go with her gut. If it told her something was going to happen she might as well listen closely.

‘toc toc’ Something knocked against her window. ‘toc’ It was and unsteady rhythm, what made it all the more annoying. She stood up, went to the window and opened it. The first thing that met her was a tiny stone, much alike the others thrown before, in the face.

What the hay, “What are you thinking? Why do you throw rocks at me? Didn’t you guys do enough damage to the house already?!” The person on the street was standing right beneath a lantern, meant to illuminate the street, but her face couldn’t be seen under the grey hoodie.

A mumbled, “Sorry,” came from her, followed by a, “but stand back.” Sunflare did, as she was told. Why wait for another rock to hit her, while she could go grab her phone and call the police, or her mother for that matter. A tennis ball came through the window, wrapped in something with handwriting on it.

She loosened the cord, attaching the ball to the letter and looked at the text. It had been hastily written, but strange as it was, she could read it either way. It looked very much like her own claw, combined with a bit of embellishments.

Dear Sunflare Shine,

You don’t know me and that is for the better, trust me with this, but there is something I have to tell you. Hate to break it to you, if you were unaware of it, but you were adopted. I met your mother and thought, you should get the chance to meet her. She’ll be waiting in the ‘Café Gelato’ in the new Mega-Mall in Manhattan. I hope it was a good idea to tell you this, but either way, good luck with your life.

She read and read it again until she thought to have sought everything in, processing what was standing on the bit of paper. Her eyes wandered back to the window, looking down at the street, the girl, as she had managed to make her form out, was gone.

She closed the window and lay back down on her bed, the letter still in her grasp. Some things began to make a bit more sense than before. Sunflare Shine had always thought her mother to be acting pretty strange, especially since she had gotten herself fired after an incident on a trip. The women had become very anxious to even just spend time with her daughter

They didn’t look alike at all, what didn’t have to say anything, but just made things more obvious. She also never spoke about her father, what was now easy to understand. She had often considered that she might be adopted but who could have known, it was actually true?

At least she was lucky enough to meet someone, who might be her mother and she wouldn’t even have to worry about the long journey of finding her parents, as it was often depicted in TV-Shows and movies. In addition, she now had plans for the next day.

She tugged herself under the covers, smiling to herself as she fell asleep.

Author's Note

I don't want to offend anyone with my writing, but I don't have experience with foster parents and have only priefly heard about this from an old friend who went through this.
Hope you enjoyed it and don't worry, the future chapters will have a better flow.
Ideas and critique please in the commies