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Description
   There was a small little girl, found one day by the owner of a Foster home standing outside the door. She was only 4, she had red irises that shined like rubies, and white, messy, fluffy hair. Her skin was light, and she wore jean overalls, with a long sleeved light gray shirt with dark gray stripes. She had black sneakers, and had a raggity doll, an everlasting smile stitched crookedly onto its face, it had jet black button eyes, and a curl on one side of its head, where it attached to the head, it stretched around the back and connected to the other side of the head, its arms were obviously longer than the body and were seemingly made from the same materials as the little girls' shirt. The doll didn't have legs, but it had teardrop shaped feet.

   The foster home owner wondered why such a little girl would be here, she had a name tag with a phone number and address on it, and her name, the name tag stated that her name was Zero, but the last name was smudged out, but it faintly read, in red ink NO ONE. The foster home owner took the girl inside, she tried calling the home phone number, but all she got was a busy tone. She called the police to escort Zero to the home, but the police told the Foster Home owner that the house had burned down 2 years ago and was never rebuilt. The Foster home owner looked at the small child, sitting on one of the chairs, flailing the doll around. She looked perfectly healthy and well fed, and she wasn't dirty, her clothes looked only about a month old at best, since the overalls seemed to have a faded ketchup stain that didn't go away.

   The foster care owner took the little girl by the hand and brought her to the room where every little girl at the foster care played. When Zero entered the room everyone stopped playing at stared at her.
   "Everyone, this is Zero, she's our newest 'family' member, now I expect everyone to be nice to her since she's new here, so how about we all say hi?"
   The children chorused their greetings in unison, and the foster care owner gave Zero a gentle push towards the children and left the room.

   Zero surveyed the room, and saw the many toys, the pink rug, and the hardwood floor. The many bunk beds with the matching covers and pillow cases all with a name tag on the bed frame. Zero fixed her hair into a bang and patted it down, one girl looked at her and screamed.

   Now as you might know Zero isn't a normal child, she was different, all she wanted was to fit in, but what that girl saw was one of the things that didn't allow poor Zero to fit in, and those were her horns. Striped white and black, that sat on top of her head, in symmetrical size.

   The children ran to the corner, Zero stared at them as they huddled up in the corner hiding behind one another shivering in fear. One of them wet the rug, a few were crying without anything to  call out for. Some just shivered and stared. The oldest girl, age 10, walked up to Zero and stared at her with menacing eyes, she towered over Zero (being 6 years older makes you taller of course).

   "You freak, get out of here before I pound you lock you in the closet you little freak!" The girl barked. Zero looked up at her. The 10 year old spotted her doll and snatched it away. She held it high in the air by the foot and waved it about. The face limped in such a way that it appeared to frown. Zero made a jump and a grab for it but the girl just held it higher.

   "Give my dolly back! Give Ragmy back right now!" Zero screamed, she continued on her attempts to save her doll but they all failed, she became angry, and something in her little mind came to this solution "Give me my doll back right now or I'm going to kill you..." Zero hissed. The girl was shocked for a bit, but then laughed

   "Oh really? You, a little freak, is going to kill me? How? With freaky supernatural powers? I can see why your parents abandoned you." The 10 year old scoffed. Zero reached up towards the 10 year old's wrist, something shot out from behind her and grabbed the 10 year old's wrist, and ripped it right off. The girl screamed and the doll dropped the the floor, Zero made a grab for it and ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. Just as she locked the door, a worker came into the room and saw the 10 year old with her hand far away across the floor. Zero was afraid, she was afraid of the people in the foster care, and hoped that some day some one would take her out of there. Because all she knew she was, was Zero.

-To Be continued

Description
   There was a small little girl, found one day by the owner of a Foster home standing outside the door. She was only 4, she had red irises that shined like rubies, and white, messy, fluffy hair. Her skin was light, and she wore jean overalls, with a long sleeved light gray shirt with dark gray stripes. She had black sneakers, and had a raggity doll, an everlasting smile stitched crookedly onto its face, it had jet black button eyes, and a curl on one side of its head, where it attached to the head, it stretched around the back and connected to the other side of the head, its arms were obviously longer than the body and were seemingly made from the same materials as the little girls' shirt. The doll didn't have legs, but it had teardrop shaped feet.

   The foster home owner wondered why such a little girl would be here, she had a name tag with a phone number and address on it, and her name, the name tag stated that her name was Zero, but the last name was smudged out, but it faintly read, in red ink NO ONE. The foster home owner took the girl inside, she tried calling the home phone number, but all she got was a busy tone. She called the police to escort Zero to the home, but the police told the Foster Home owner that the house had burned down 2 years ago and was never rebuilt. The Foster home owner looked at the small child, sitting on one of the chairs, flailing the doll around. She looked perfectly healthy and well fed, and she wasn't dirty, her clothes looked only about a month old at best, since the overalls seemed to have a faded ketchup stain that didn't go away.

   The foster care owner took the little girl by the hand and brought her to the room where every little girl at the foster care played. When Zero entered the room everyone stopped playing at stared at her.
   "Everyone, this is Zero, she's our newest 'family' member, now I expect everyone to be nice to her since she's new here, so how about we all say hi?"
   The children chorused their greetings in unison, and the foster care owner gave Zero a gentle push towards the children and left the room.

   Zero surveyed the room, and saw the many toys, the pink rug, and the hardwood floor. The many bunk beds with the matching covers and pillow cases all with a name tag on the bed frame. Zero fixed her hair into a bang and patted it down, one girl looked at her and screamed.

   Now as you might know Zero isn't a normal child, she was different, all she wanted was to fit in, but what that girl saw was one of the things that didn't allow poor Zero to fit in, and those were her horns. Striped white and black, that sat on top of her head, in symmetrical size.

   The children ran to the corner, Zero stared at them as they huddled up in the corner hiding behind one another shivering in fear. One of them wet the rug, a few were crying without anything to  call out for. Some just shivered and stared. The oldest girl, age 10, walked up to Zero and stared at her with menacing eyes, she towered over Zero (being 6 years older makes you taller of course).

   "You freak, get out of here before I pound you lock you in the closet you little freak!" The girl barked. Zero looked up at her. The 10 year old spotted her doll and snatched it away. She held it high in the air by the foot and waved it about. The face limped in such a way that it appeared to frown. Zero made a jump and a grab for it but the girl just held it higher.

   "Give my dolly back! Give Ragmy back right now!" Zero screamed, she continued on her attempts to save her doll but they all failed, she became angry, and something in her little mind came to this solution "Give me my doll back right now or I'm going to kill you..." Zero hissed. The girl was shocked for a bit, but then laughed

   "Oh really? You, a little freak, is going to kill me? How? With freaky supernatural powers? I can see why your parents abandoned you." The 10 year old scoffed. Zero reached up towards the 10 year old's wrist, something shot out from behind her and grabbed the 10 year old's wrist, and ripped it right off. The girl screamed and the doll dropped the the floor, Zero made a grab for it and ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. Just as she locked the door, a worker came into the room and saw the 10 year old with her hand far away across the floor. Zero was afraid, she was afraid of the people in the foster care, and hoped that some day some one would take her out of there. Because all she knew she was, was Zero.

-To Be continued