Ryan POV:
I was off loading boxes from the back of my car. "What's in here again?" I asked, my mom who was busy carrying bags of tinsel, "just some Christmas decorations and some clothes," she smiled, I carried three boxes and walked up the stone steps of the orphanage.
"Do you need a help with that?" Came a woman's voice, I peered around the boxes to see where the smooth voice originated from. The first thing I saw was smooth silky legs that were wearing old converse sneakers, she was wearing old tattered denim shorts and a white shirt that had been stretched to show off her shoulder, her black spots bra visible through the shirt. She skipped down the steps, "I'm Annalize," she smiled, extending her hand to me. I peered at her sun kissed and freckled face, her dirty blonde hair was twi
