'Crap' Winter thinks to herself as she walks up the long walk way. It's already dark out, so Winter knows she's late. They probably won't even let her in.
'Wh-where are we-e? Winter sighs as she knocks on the door. 'At our new home, kid.' She thinks. It's cold outside, and winter is glad
she wore a sweater. She's also glad she didn't pack much, only a backpack with a few outfits inside. She shifts on her feet as an uncomfortable feeling washes over her. She can no longer tell if it's herself or if its
her. That's why she's here. Hopefully someone will be able to help her. Or help her help herself. Winter knocks on the double doors again and hopes someone gets to her soon. Her sweater isn't that thick.