[PROLOGUE]

"Fu Fu Fu. Pa Pa Pa. Yeeoo Yeeoo. Here comes the plane."

The twelve-year old girl, who was named Dara, sat in front of a one-year old baby. She was feeding her like what she usually does every morning.

"Very good, baby Hayi," she cooed at the baby. "Yummy, right?"

The adorable baby smiled a toothless smile as her food spilled out.

"Damn it," Dara said under her breath, makng it sure that no one would hear. She went on to clean the mess that the baby caused, which was made worse when the baby slammed her hand on the mess causing some of them to be spat on Dara's face.

Dara shut her eyes as she felt the sticky goo sliding down her jaw. It was disgusting!

Don't get her wrong. It wasn't because she hated babies. In fact, she liked them. She would have adored them if the babies would not and could not make their own mess. She just hated that gross part.

Adding to this, for several years, she had been stressed. Being in the orphanage for almost ten years, she started losing hope. She wanted to have her family. She wanted to have someone to call 'Omma' and 'Appa'. And she wanted to have 'Oppas'. As she witnessed most of the children around her leave with their new families, she started to feel hopeless. No one wanted her. Several couples had tried to adopt her but they couldn't stand her cocky attitude. She was too arrogant and ambitious.

It couldn't be helped though. She was a dreamer. She had her dream and ideal family. But she just realized now that she was too old to be adopted that as an orphan, she did not have to be choosy and just be grateful of what she had.

Unfortunately, the realization was too late now. She had already accepted the fact that she would be helping the other volunteers on taking care of the orphans. But still, she had decided that if ever -- IF EVER -- someone would decide to adopt her, she would behave better.

Until...

"Dara, quick! Someone wants to see you," the director of the orphanage said.

Dara nearly jumped in excitement but she stopped herself. She didn't want to expect too much as it might break her heart later. In fact, was it really possible for someone to want to adopt her? Surely it might be one of the director's hopeless attempts to have her adopted.

Hesitantly, Dara asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, quickly get dressed!" the director drove her off.

Dara finished in no time and she was now standing in front of the director's office. She had butterflies in her stomach and she had her lip bitten back in excitement.

She straightened the creases of her dress before she knocked on the door.

As she opened it, she nearly would have thought she entered the wrong room, if not for the director being present in the room too.

Two figures stood in front of her. And she kind of got scared. They looked strange and creepy.

The 'father' was in a suit and had his hair 'gelled up'. At least, it would have looked like that if it was made better. And not to mention, the suit looks two sizes bigger than him and in contrast, the slacks he was wearing were too tight.

On the other hand, the creepiest creature in the room was this 'mother'. She had a bandana over her curly hair. She was wearing a long and draggy dress. And not to mention, her face was heavily made-up with lipstick stains on her chin and smudged eyeliner under her eyes. And also, she looked troubled balancing herself on the heels she was wearing.

Dara decided to look away as she couldn't take the sight anymore. She would have backed away and leave the room, forgetting the promise she just made of her not being choosy and just accepting what she would have, when her eyes landed to another person she never noticed when she entered.

It was a boy. He looked like he was the same age as Dara, or maybe a year or two older. He had eyes that stared blankly at her but there was something behind those eyes that lured her in. His eyes, though looked like dead, made her want to know him more.

Unknown to Dara, her lips were already lifted to a smile.

[TRAILER by aieru of Aethon Request Shop]