The picture is the drawing Heidi did of her Mama. I know it isn't really a drawing but Heidi is meant to be really good and drawing so her drawings look like pictures. It took me a long time to find the perfect picture for Heidi's Mama. I know she is looks really but you will find out why she looks so young soon. Kk tnx and enjoy my new chapter 😆😆😆😆
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I ate dinner alone in my room and was sat on the windowsill drawing. Roger told me he would tell the other children about me after dinner. I knew that they would be curious, it was in human nature however I wasn't ready to meet them all yet. Just meeting Near and Mellow had taken it out of me. I was so nervous throughout that whole meeting but I didn't let them know that. If they thought I was nervous what would they have done? I was part arctic fox and that means that my natural instinct was to run but Watari had told me that even if I didn't want to be L's successor I still had to meet those two. They were both pretty interesting. Mellow was clearly second to Near. The fact that he said he would be the one to be replaced confirmed it. Also the fact that he did get so angry at me, though I understood that it must be really frustrating to always be second to someone. He seemed to calm down a lot though when I told him I had intention of taking his position. Then there was Near...

He interested me more than Mellow. He was quiet and only said one thing. He showed no emotion and then there was also that thing he was holding. What was that? I think it was a toy but they were only things I had read about not something I had ever actually seen. When I looked into his eyes I saw he seemed lonely. I felt that he was someone I could really understand. Not only that but he shared the same hair colour as me. I had never known that another could have naturally white hair. Mine was only white because the fur of and arctic fox was also white. I finished my drawing and looked at it happily. It was a picture of Watari. Even though he hadn't been gone long I missed him and was so grateful for everything that he had done for me. Part of me looked up to him as a Father figure but I would never tell anyone that. I got up and pinned the picture to the wall with some bluetac I found in one of my desk draws. I loved my new room, it was great. They had given me a desk with all the things I would need, a wardrobe with a few extra clothes in, a bed and a computer. Watari said that he had made sure that the walls were blank because be knew I would much prefer it to fill it with picture I had drawn. I then went over to my small bag of things I brought from France. It had hardly anything in it apart from loads of drawing things, 5 different notepads and a picture I drew of my Mama. All the other drawing I threw away but this one I kept because even though it was only a drawing I couldn't bring myself to throw a picture of my Mama away. I stuck it up next to the picture of Watari and then went to sit on the bed looking at the two most important people in my life.

"Maman, ne vous inquiétez pas, je serai bien maintenant." (means Mum, don't worry, I will be fine now) I told Mama speaking in my native tongue. I smiled at the picture, feeling fairly happy now. For the first time in my life I felt free, but then I heard footsteps down the hall. At first I thought it was Roger but as I listened closer I heard that the were softer. They were the footsteps of a child not an adult. My heart rate became rapid and I got up from my bed and went to the window. If there was an attack the window was the only other way out. I knew a few defensive moves but not many so my best option to escape was out the window. My room was only on the second floor so if I landed right I could walk away from the fall with nothing more than a few broken bones. If it was either a few broken bones or my life I know which one I would pick. I opened the window just slightly so that it would be easy for me to jump out of if I needed to. The footsteps then stopped right outside my door. It was almost as if the person on the other side was deliberating wether or not to come in or not. I took deep breaths in and out I knew that if it really was an attacker I would need to be calm to be able to think straight. My heart rate slowed and my breathing steadied. Then I watched as the door handle was slowly pressed down and the door began to open...