The pebble hit the pond with a loud skerplunk! The ripples spread across the water, quickly shifting the image of the girl in the tattered old dress. Plunk! Went another small rock, followed by the whole handful. Kari wiped the tears away with angry fists and snuffled loudly. "It's not fair! They liked me, I know it!" She dropped down on the ground and buried her head in her crossed arms on her knees, sobbing. It had been a long day for her. The anticipation of the couple coming to the orphanage had all the children bouncing because the word was out they were a nice couple looking for a child and not fussy about whether it was a girl or boy. Then the fear that she might not be chosen and now the heartbreak of not being picked again. She had run off to her personal hiding spot, again. "You would think I would learn." Another sob wracked the girls small frame. "No one will ever pick me, I'm too skinny!" Kari clenched her hands into fists and pounded them onto her knees as she lifted her head. Tear tracks ran down both cheeks washing away some of the dirt smudges from when she had wiped her eyes. This was her second year in the foster home and they had been long and lonely ones. Keri had lost both her parents and her little sister when the house had burned down in the middle of the night two years ago. She had been spending the night at a friends house when the horrible news came. Everything, her whole world, was gone. The case worker had come for her that very day, she had been in too much of a shocked state to argue or even remember much of what happened. The first thing she did remember though was the other children whispering about her in the big dormitory room. She never did get along with them. They always seemed to find ways to ether hurt her or embarrass her in front of the Mistress and other adults. She picked up a stick and swirled its tip in the water, "I wish, I wish... I wish I had a home and a family." Some of her tears fell and made tiny ripples on the pond.