Forever Jinxed

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

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I dreamed.

In such a deep sleep that wasn't even fully natural due to the fact he used some non-human voodoo magic thingy to make me pass out. He's so infuriating.

This dream seemed to be undefinable by time.

I was in the orphanage scribbling with crayons on a huge paper canvas that the supervisors had laid out for us. The canvas was long enough to be stretched across most of the front of the orphanage above the front door. It would be a welcome, congratulatory banner. Welcome for the parents who would be coming to pick up Jeremy. The congratulations for Jeremy who would be leaving this place to live with a family he can call his own.

Jeremy hadn't been with us too long, at least not as long as most of us. We all had a feeling four year old Jeremy wouldn't be with us long. He was lively. His giggle was contagious and his bright blue eyes sparkled. All the orphanage volunteers and staff had immediately gravitated towards this little boy. Too young to fully grasp that it wasn't normal to be living amongst the homeless, moving from one to another as if they were all his siblings, his parents having not wanting him. The orphanage suspected it was due to the fact his parents were in their early twenties and hadn't wanted to quit partying, so they took their car, sat him on a sidewalk somewhere, then they drove off. Despite his situation he was still very joyful and was quickly put in a room in the orphanage that was closer to the front door so as to give him the greatest chance at being adopted. So that he was closest to the front door. While the rest of us, who had been there longer, started with peeking our heads out of our rooms when someone would enter, Jeremy would run to them, smile on his face and arms outstretched.

My room was on the complete opposite side of the orphanage. Not only was I on the opposite, I was one of the last rooms that was found when the hallway turned to go further into the orphanage. Only one door away from being the last door. Brenda was instead the last door. The orphans didn't stay in the same rooms during their whole stay at the orphanage. Each new child was originally placed near the front, where Jeremy now was. All the rest would move down a room, slowly getting closer to the back of the orphanage. A reminder that our chances of being adopted went down the longer we were there. Brenda had been there only a few weeks longer than I had. Due to the strategic placement in the orphanage, it was very odd for the back rooms to socialize with the front rooms. So when Jeremy and I became friends, it was very shocking to the staff and we got curious glances from the other children. Even though Jeremy wasn't there long, he and I became inseparable. We shared our meals. When I got the regular teddy grahams, he got the chocolate ones, so that we could share them. When he got peanut butter sandwich, I got a ham and cheese sandwich and we split them both amongst us two.

He was my only friend.

Four weeks later, I was sitting on the floor with all the other kids, coloring. Jeremy was in one of the staff member's rooms where they were all fussing over him, pampering him, and getting him presentable for his new parents.

The dream shimmered at the edges as I felt my emotions stir in response to the memory, but then solidified. Watching from a bird's eye point of view I could see the slight gaps on each side of me as if the rest of the children were keeping their distance. I could see how I was pressing harder on the crayons than the rest of the children. My concentration seemed forced while the rest were enjoying the 'art project' that occurred each time a child was matched to a home and a family. My point of view slowly panned in so that I could clearly see the design little me was drawing inside the bold letters. I was coloring in the 'IONS' letters at the end of 'CONGRATULATIONS'. I can see the Head Master, a bitter lady who had most likely soured more and more with each child she saw rejected and sent back. I see her walking down the line of children nodding at each child's work. She reaches me and her expression turns, not into understanding, but into anger and disapproval. The letters upon which I was designing were filled in with sad, crying faces and broken hearts. I didn't have any other way to express my sadness. The family got to keep the poster so they would no doubt see my drawing and my hope was that Jeremy would as well. Outside of the letters, in big capital writing, drawn lopsidedly as children tend to do, it said 'DON'T LEAVE ME HERE REMMY'.

Remmy was a nickname only I could call him. If anyone else tried they would receive a stern glare from me and uncharacteristically, from Jeremy as well.

The Headmaster's mouth went about as tight as the bun in her hair. She grabbed my upper arm and lifted me to my feet and in response the blue crayon fell from my chubby little fingers. I thought I was going to have a bright red mark on my arm but she instead dropped my arm and abruptly turned towards the entrance near the front door.

Jeremy stood beaming. He had nice fresh clothing on that he had gone shopping all yesterday for. To my glee, his shirt was light blue and his shorts were white with blue crisscrossing lines. I flashed him a smile when his gaze met mine. It said: "See I did it! Just like you said to do! I got blue to match my eyes!"

I gave him not one, but two thumbs up and flashed him an even larger smile. The other children seemed to feel awkward since no attention whatsoever was being placed upon them. Due to the fact Jeremy and I had never socialized with anyone but each other, therefor making both Jeremy and I strangers to them, everyone must have been more interested in coloring, which they promptly returned to.

Jeremy took two steps towards me and just when I was about to start walking to meet him part way the headmaster strode in front of me, her black heels clacking, and blocked my way. She was in front of Jeremy in a second and only I knew that she was punishing me in her own cruel way. She crouched down carefully so as to not wrinkle her tight pencil skirt and pretended to fix what she claimed was a few loose strands of hair, which I knew were nonexistent. The amount of hairspray in my friend's hair could act as a football helmet for even the most intense Super Bowl.

The doorbell rang.

It's all too cheerful chime echoed through the hallway and off of the white tile flooring, sounding almost regal.

There was no party. No get together.

I had failed to realize that the Headmaster had been purposely fussing about Jeremy's hair and clothing, all the way down to the luster of his shoes for about twenty minutes. I had been standing in a daze, stewing and brooding in my own negative emotions as I imagined different ways to prank the Headmaster.

I was so zoned out that I failed to notice everyone start to file out front, until I was bumped by a kid running past me. Once I pushed my way outside I saw Jeremy getting ushered into the car, his gaze frantically searching for what I knew was me. I saw the poster getting taken down, which I had failed to notice get put up.

I noticed a few things before they drove off with my best friend. One, the Headmaster deprived me of a goodbye. Two, my only friend was gone forever.

Three, they had colored in the letters I drew on and painted a huge star over my written note to Jeremy.

Any traces of me had been wiped from that poster.

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