The beat up paper plane lay to waste in the trash can. Scotlynn was at the window, on her knees, watching for the man, watching for Bon Scott. It was night, and her room had been furnished with all of her items from her previous bedroom, including her bedsheets and duvet. Her Eloise books were on her bookshelf and her radio was on the table with the lamp. Her phone made of olive cans was picked up and placed on the dresser, ready for the next use.

Her eyes scanned back and forth the yard for any sign of the man she met that afternoon. The man with the wild brown hair and strange yet gentle voice. He still didn't know her name, and Scotlynn was beginning to think it would stay that way. Cars drove down the lonesome street and dogs would bark from nearby neighborhoods at the stray cats that would wander the alleys. There was no sign of the man she met.

Her locket brushed over her fingers.

With a sigh the girl closed the curtain and slipped into bed. Better herself to get into bed than have a staff member get after her for staying up past curfew, she thought. The ceiling offered no pictures still, but sleep came easier than the night before.

Children screamed in a game of tag that had lasted twenty whole minutes so far. Little Rachel was 'it', and had her eyes set on Scotlynn as her target. Scotlynn ran as fast as she could and found herself behind the toy shed a good distance off. Rachel lost her sight on the girl and found another girl to tag instead and the game continued without issue. Scotlynn's breath was heavy, and her legs felt like iron rods.

As she caught her breath, she caught sight of something else by the tree on the other side of the gate. A man. Not a common man walking idly by, but a man who would stop and have a smoke, one foot crossed over the other. A man named Bon Scott.

With a racing heart, Scotlynn approached the man at the gate. "Hey." His cigarette was drawn away from his lips without an answer. "Hey!" Not even a glance behind his shoulder as assurance that he had at least heard her. The other girls engrossed in their game of tag must have kept her calls hidden. "Bon Scott!"

Finally he turned around.

His black leather jacket had been replaced with a brown one, and his scarf was left behind. His hair had been cut some; it was shorter at the ends and stayed above his shoulders, but still held its wild state. He squinted at the girl who called him, and sauntered over to her, crushing the burning cigarette between his fingers. "You again, huh?" he asked as she looked up at him. "Thought you might be eating lunch or somethin'."

"We just finished." Bon nodded. "You cut your hair," Scotlynn noted. A soft laugh emitted from the man and a hand reached up to feel it.

"You noticed. You've known me for a day and you still recognized me. You ran off yesterday, what happened?"

"One of the other girls didn't like me talking to you and she pulled me away," Scotlynn explained. "She says men like to pick on girls like us." Bon laughed a little, but still listened intently. "But she doesn't know you like I do."

"You don't know me any more than she does, you know talkin' with a stranger is a pretty bold thing to do." Scotlynn's face lifted. It dropped soon after. "It's also pretty stupid."

"I know more about you than she does," the girl argued. "I know your name." Bon shrugged.

"That's true. If you didn't you wouldn't have caught my attention." He tilted his head and gestured at her. "Say, I didn't catch your name yesterday, you got taken away too soon." Scotlynn bit her lip. She hadn't time to decide what name she would give him, but he'd find out soon enough what her real name was. "Someone else is gonna come along if you don't say nothin' again."

"Scotlynn," she mumbled. Bon leaned in closer. "Scotlynn," she repeated. A smile formed on the man's face.

"Scotlynn. That's an interesting name, I've never heard it before. Were you born in Scotland?"

"No, I don't know how I got this name. I was put here as a baby." Bon frowned a little. "All I know is that I hate it."

"Hate it?" She nodded. "Why do you hate it?"

"Jus' do."

"Well, I happen to really like that name. Sounds like Scotland. I was born there, you know."

"Really?" Bon nodded his head.

"I was. I moved to Australia when I was young. I live there now, but 'm stayin' here for a bit for work."

"Where do you work?" Scotlynn asked. She glanced over her shoulder for any Jimmie Beans willing to drag her away.

"I work all over the world. We travel a lot, it's a travelin' job."

"Who's we?" she asked again.

"Me an' my mates. We get along swell, most of the time," Bon snickered. "Though sometimes we'd rather throw each other out on the street."

"What do you do?"

"You know you ask a lot of questions, young lady," he answered smoothly, but kindly. His hand reached up to straighten his collar. "Now it's my turn. You got a last name to go with Scotlynn?"

"Reynolds."

"Really. You don't say. My real name is Ronald, to tell you the truth. I like Bon better, my own little nickname as it were. So Ronald Scott, and Scotlynn Reynolds," he mused pointing at each of them respectively. "What a pair then, huh?"

"Why do you like Bon better?" The man shrugged.

"Dunno. Jus' fits me better, I suppose. I mean, do I look like a Ronald to you?" He held a hand to his face and Scotlynn studied it. She supposed not. She supposed he looked more like a Bon anyway.

"Well I hate my name. I wish it was Eloise. Like the books. One day I'm gonna change my name, and no one will ever call me Scotlynn again." Her arms were crossed in a set-mind manner. Bon put his hands on his hips.

"Well kid, I happen to really like the name Scotlynn, reminds me of home. So you're not gonna hear an "Eloise" outta me!" He laughed as the girl gave him a big frown. "You're a funny kid, you know. You uh, make any friends yet?" Scotlynn shook her head.

"Not really. I was playing tag with 'em, but I saw you an' ran over here."

"Oh, so it's my fault you left the game then. Well, 'm sorry kid, I'll go so you can play with your friends again." Bon turned to leave and threw his cigarette to the ground. Scotlynn reached at him through the gate.

"Wait!" He stopped a moment.

"What?" he called.

"Come back, I wanted to see you again!"

"Sorry, I better go. I gotta lotta work comin' up, 'm late enough as it is!"

"You're comin' back, right?" He turned around again and gave her a smile before continuing on his way. Scotlynn took the answer upon herself as a yes. "Come back at dinner! I'll meet you out here!"

Dinnertime came much too slowly. It took forever for the table to be set, and even longer for the food to be ready. Scotlynn couldn't hurry the children in the line effectively enough. Her attempts caused a taller girl with glasses to turn around in anger. "Hey, shut up, girly! We're all goin' the same place, hold your horses!" Her outburst incited other's reactions.

"Shut your face, new kid! Can't get to the food fast enough?"

"Kid can't even read! Get to the back of the line, dummy! Dummies don't deserve first grabs!"

Scotlynn lowered her head at their snide remarks, but it hurt her nonetheless. She kept her mouth shut until the girl behind her with orange hair followed up. With an idea to really get under her skin, she made a grab for anything on the food table to launch at her. A dark liquid ran down Scotlynn's hair, and hit the floor in sharp spatters. A chocolate milk carton sat in the girl's hand and she laughed along with the witnesses. Scotlynn turned around with a glare to set fire.

Before she knew it, her hands were around the girl's neck, grabbing at whatever she could to teach her a lesson. A handful of the girl's hair found Scotlynn's hand she pulled with all her might. With a yell, the orange haired girl stumbled backwards, taking her attacker with her. Other girls went tumbling behind them, chairs clashed like dominoes, and chocolate milk followed them every step.

A whistle blew from an unidentified distance, but neither girl paid attention. The orange haired girl made a grab for Scotlynn's nose but the girl knocked it away and received a slap instead. Fights were rare at the orphanage, but they weren't unheard of. Instantly the girls were separated, Scotlynn by Miss Atkinson, Orange Hair by Old Shana. Old Shana's face held a worried glance at both girls, while Miss Atkinson's was one of surreal anger. "Shame on you two! I will not have this behavior tolerated at this facility, it is entirely unacceptable!" The chubby woman retained her hold on Scotlynn, in whom a fire still raged. Old Shana glanced at her captive.

"Oh, Mabel? This little one ain't holdin' so well, I think I'd better take her to Becky." Miss Atkinson took a look at the girl, whose name was Tabby. Her neck was bruised, lip cut open, and blood was just starting to run down her button nose. The head cook pulled up the corner of her apron and held it to her nose. Becky was the nurse, she'd surely have something in a black bag to give her.

"Oh you're right. Well, take her then, the other cooks can take your place. Uh, girls? Say thank you to Shana. She made your meal, and now she's helping out a fellow girl. She'd do the same to any of you. Say thank you." A choir of thank yous rang out against the glum atmosphere and Old Shana and Tabby were on their way to the nurse. Scotlynn's arm was grabbed roughly. "And as for you, young lady. I will deal with you, myself."

Scotlynn wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Her knees were pulled up to her chest as she sat on her bed, no dinner. This was her punishment. Miss Atkinson was not amused with her little stunt she pulled today, and this building wants nothing to do with children who act up like this. It wasn't a threat to kick her out if she messed up too many times, but rather a sour way to make her feel guilty about her actions. And boy, it worked. Through all the yelling, Scotlynn could make out her sentence: no dinner, sent to bed hours earlier than the others, and cleaning up the yard tomorrow while the other girls got to play.

Scotlynn didn't mind the second part, she never really liked playing with the other girls anyway, and it might give her a chance to see Bon again. But she could have done without the first part. Her head spun and her stomach ached from hunger. Her heart ached too, from guilt of missing meeting Bon at dinner like she told him she would. She wouldn't be allowed to leave the table, but at least she could have seen him once, let him know she was telling the truth. Maybe he didn't even show up. Why should a man like him follow the directions of a little four year old girl? She was stupid to even think he'd consider it. With all the work he had to do, anyway.

Scotlynn's heart was also filled with silent rage at the girls that had teased her that day. By hurrying them up a little, she caused a revolt, and they took their turns in bringing her down. One mentioned her illiteracy, and that almost set her off. But she held her tongue for fear of the very reason she was sent to bed in the first place. But she simply wouldn't allow that girl behind her to get away with such an act of provocation. Any reason they had acted so coldly to her was nothing she could figure out. The situation had escalated quicker than lightning could. Even English lightning. An Eloise adventure couldn't cheer Scotlynn up this time.

The chocolate milk had been cleared off her hair and clothes, and she was presented with a fresh set on her bed after a bath, compliments of Old Shana. Her radio played a song with a voice that sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it; the static was too strong. The song was about seasons, and wind instruments were played in the background. Scotlynn couldn't even hear the words, only the voice that sang out to her, that sang out for her. Without even checking her window, she rolled over in her bed and fell asleep.