Possessed (sort of)

Part 4

Ms. Mary was a thirty-going-on-forty-five woman with a stressed brow and long brown hair. She beckoned you after her into the dreary orphanage hallway.

"It's a very nice couple," Ms. Mary said as you groaned internally. "Their looking for somebody like you."

"Nobody is going to adopt a teenager." You complained, "I'd rather watch Terr-" You coughed "Teresa draw go to another adoption interview."

"This time is different," Ms. Grace said.

"It's never different! Their gonna take some other lucky kid and I'm gonna be stuck here-"

"Izzy specifically recommended you," Ms. Mary said, shutting you up. "The family was looking to adopt a younger child and Izzy convinced them to consider you."

"By convinced do you mean spoke to them in tongues while smoke poured out of her eyeballs?" (That's supposedly why she was sent back to the orphanage last time)

Ms. Mary stopped at the first adoption room and gave you a look. She put on a fake smile and opened the door. 

"Mrs. Peterson?" She said, "I have the girl you requested." Ms. Mary looked into the room for a moment and nodded, gesturing for you to go in.

To women sat at a wooden table in the center of the small, green painted room. A window in the corner was fogged up, as windows often do when they've been in the presence of Izzy. (Just kidding, the room was in front of an outdoor boiler system)

"Hello Isa," The women on the left said a bit nervously, "My name is Sherri."

"And my name is Donna," The women on the right said. 

"H-hi," you said nervously, that good old social anxiety setting in. "My name is Isa- but you already know that." You sat across from them. Ms. Mary smiled and closed the door, sealing you in.

The women didn't look mean. In fact, they were quite the opposite. Sherri had dark skin, dark brown eyes, and a frizzy poof of jet black hair in a bob around her head. She wore a fuzzy lavender cardigan over a light pink blouse, which was tucked into her jeans.

Donna looked a tad bit older than Sherri, and wore a worn, brown leather jacket spotted with patches featuring dozens of places all over the world. There was a little slip of a yellow shirt poking out under her jacket. She also wore jeans.

You were surprised Izzy liked these people. First of all, Donna had a cross hanging around her neck. Izzy avoided churches like the plague. Supposedly she set one on fire, though it was never proven. The second thing that caught your eye was that the couple weren't wearing rings, which likely meant they weren't married. Izzy preferred married couples because she had this thing about commitment.

"So, Isa," Donna started, "Izzy's told us a little about you."

"She has?" You ask.

"Yes," Donna continued, "She said you like to read, and that you like to take care of children?"

"I love to take care of kids," you say, thinking back to outside.

Sherri cleared her throat. "We were considering adopting Izzy," She said.

"We were ready to pick her," Donna said, "But she said she wouldn't be adopted unless we adopted you as well."

"Initially we shot down the idea," Sherri said.

"But we really want to adopt Izzy," Donna continued.

"So we wanted to get to know you too." Sherri said, "Just in case."

You blinked. "Do you guys always finish each other's sentences?" You ask.

Sherri laughed. "Only when we're nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" You ask.

"We really want to adopt Izzy," Sherri said, putting her hand on Donna's.

"Huh," you say, "well, if you want to adopt Izzy, you'll probably be fine with me. I'm older. Maybe I could like, help you guys around the house or something?" You cock your head to one side. "Where do you live?" They give you uncomfortable looks. "I mean- like, what kind of house, not where you actually live- I just- I'm rambling now." You blushed and stared at your feet. Another adoption interview blown. Sorry Izzy, you'll probably be adopted without me.

Sherri smiled. "We live in a newly built suburb. Our house is two floors and has an unfurnished basement where we keep our work tools." She gave you a look. "You're not to go down there. We wouldn't want you hurting yourself. We have a living room with large windows and a piano-"

"I've always wanted to learn piano," You said, before clearing your throat. 

Keep it together Isa. They came to the orphanage wanting to adopt a small child, they're not going to leave with you.

"I could teach you," Donna said, and everything you'd just thought flew out the steam-covered window.

Sherri and Donna locked eyes.

"Could you give us a minute to talk about this?" Donna asked you. 

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