Lindsay’s (Extra)ordinary Life

  Next morning Lindsay stretched muscles sore from sleeping on the ground.  Opened the tent flap to find it was still dark out, though some hours had passed since she'd fallen asleep.   Figuring she may as well close her eyes again, Lindsay lay down her head.    And woke again to find her mobile reading 7:33am.  Grumbling discontentedly, Lindsay knew she'd have to high tail it if she was going to make it to school on time. Crumpled clothes, teeth unbrushed for now, Lindsay slunk into the back of class.    At least she wasn't late. Finding her PE kit stowed in her locker, Lindsay found she had at least some means for a change of clothes.   She'd better find the local laundromat soon if she wanted to keep her secret for long.  Lindsay didn't stay long that first afternoon after school.  She put her sports jacket on while she aired her blazer on a tree.  Then she sat at the picnic table to study. Tuesday morning, she arr...

  The park at Little Falls Nook was off-the-road and not that popular.  One would think that the site with its campfire pit, handy lake and privacy ensuring tree cover would be a magnet for local teens looking to hang out and/or cause trouble.   However, fate dictated that other spots served the needs of unruly high school students just as well and so Little Falls was overlooked -for the most part. Lindsay, who had previously learned to pitch a tent during a brief stint as a girl guide (courtesy of an earlier foster family of course), looked around and then set up in a secluded spot on the old campgrounds.  She was glad to have taken the tent when she considered the chill fall weather all around.  Inspecting her work, she was pleased with the results.  The small dome could readily pass as part of the natural surroundings and was really only out of place if you knew its occupant wasn't truly supposed to be there.  As a bonus the old toilet block w...

Lindsay Birch is a girl with a past; she just doesn't know what it is.  As an infant, mere weeks old, Lindsay was left at a small-town fire station in a State where safe haven laws protected her parents' anonymity.  Instantly a 'Ward of the State' the unknown and unnamed baby girl was placed in the foster system.   The only clues to her identity being the clothes she was left in (clean, but generic) and a small white envelope with the handwritten label "My Baby".  Inside the envelope, a curious ring of indeterminate material; red orange/gold and green in color.  Similar in appearance to the mood rings popular with children but of sturdier make and larger, adult size; unlike the dime store frippery.   On the inside band, an inscription,  L Birch.  Thus was the child named Lindsay Birch on subsequent legal documentation. As foster children sadly do, young Lindsay was bounced from family to family, from group home and back throughout her ch...