"Hurry up mommy!" 6 year old Nico Di Angelo called to his mother. He said he saw snow move. She stiffled laughed at that.

"Calm down, honey!" Mrs. Di Angelo called to her jumpy son. She was trduging through the snow, freezing water sinking through her boots. Because of her beautiful yet abnormally crazy son, she was forced to run through the snow with only a long sleeve shirt with a sweater, boot cut jeans and very wet boots.

They stopped in front of a little shadow with the figure of a girl. Wait- it was a girl. A girl with spiky, greasy and wet black hair, a black T-shirt with a black sweater, black skinny jeans and navy converse. She was turned away from them, but they could sense she was dirty and hadn't showered in about a week.

She was shaking rapidly, and when Nico tapped on her shoulder, she such turned in such superb speed, he jumped back with wide eyes. What shocked him most was her blue eyes that look like lightning.

"Hello." Nico told the girl. "What is your name?" The girl didn't answer, which made Nico sad. The girl just turned around and smiled, making the di Angelo's smile. Mrs. di Angelo decided to speak.

"Little girl," she said. "Where are your parents?" The small girl frowned. She pointed to the sky, and the di Angelo's frowned.

"Well, would you like to come home with us? We own a foster home, so I garuntee you'll make some new friends." Mrs. di Angelo smiled, and so did the girl. Mrs. di Angelo looked at her son pointedly.

"Yeah," he started. "I'll be your friend! And all of my foster home friends are very nice, they'll probably talk to you, if you decide to talk back." The girl giggled. Nico held out his hand, and she took it. He shivered, noticing how cold it was.

"Well, what's your name?" Mrs. di Angelo asked. The girl looked at the ground, she clearly didn't want to talk just yet.

"I wanna call her Picachu!" Nico yelled a little too excitedly. The girl stared at him, shocked that he would give her such a nick name. Was it an insult, or a complement? The girl thought. Mrs. di Angelo laughed.

"Alright, Picachu. Nico really likes that character and your eyes look like lightning." Mrs. di Angelo whispered to Picachu.

"Mommy," Nico said. "Didn't you say we were going to get donuts?" Mrs. di Angelo frowned, the realization dawning on her.

"I guess I did din't I? Well, come on Nico, Picachu." She giggled at the last word. Picachu smiled. Mrs. di Angelo took Nico and Picachu's hands and they took a cab to Dunkin Donuts. They got out of the cab and Mrs. di Angelo gave the guy a 20 dollar bill.

"Keep the change." Mrs. di Angelo said. She only had to pay $10, but her and her family are very wealthy. They are millionares, with her husband being an architect and directing about a million movies, (Also being in some, but she didn't want to brag) and her owning 100 5-star hotels and being a proffesional nurse.

"Thankyou ma'am! Hey, how is my mom doing?" the driver asked. Mrs. di Angelo smiled generously, which made the driver smile. Yes, she has that effect on people.

"She's doing very well. She should be out of the hospital in about one week." She said. The driver did a fist pump, which made Mrs. di Angelo laugh.

"Well, good day Mrs. di Angelo." the driver said with a big smile on his face.

"Goodbye, Bob." Mrs. di Angelo said, and he drove off. She turned to Nico and Picachu.

"Well, children, let's go get us some donuts!"

A/N- Sorry this chapter was SO short, it will be longer on the next one! I promise! I just thought that would be a good ending. PM me and R&R! I'm working on the next chapter right now!