Sarah Wallace, twelve, had arrived at Weatherly Orphanage from Edinburgh, Scotland. Coming from a wealthy family, she had led a privileged life before her parents died in a suspicious automobile accident. She doesn’t have any relatives, except for a greedy uncle who only wanted the money, so she was shipped around to a few places and finally ended up at Weatherly. She has long, sandy-blond hair, hypnotic hazel eyes and an infectious laugh. Sarah and Tom are best friends.
