The Tragic Tales of Lynx Viatto...and maybe some other people

The Winchester Orphanage

CHAPTER 2

The Winchester Orphanage

Given the proper explanation, You can see why I am the sore thumb in the whole building and besides, the fact that I possess unnatural fast healing that makes it an agreeable action to stick needles into my shoes, which I find both extremely painful and annoying to bandage up when I just wake up. I quickly changed into a plain brown dress and braided my hair and walked out into the long hall towards the dining table and sat in the last chair, being safe from dangerous objects, because Miss Winchester, the woman that runs the orphanage, would not appreciate damage to her furniture.

I silently ate my flavorless oatmeal while I watched the rest of the kids come into the room with silver plates and french toast, with perfectly done bacon and scrambled eggs. In the 13 years I've spent here Miss Winchester has not once given me any of the actually tasty breakfast, the same with lunch and dinner, it's always a few badly peeled potatoes and a few vegetables that are not fresh, but food is food, and I'm grateful for what I can get. I'm sure Miss Winchester only feeds me because she wants to cause a good impression on the daily doctor's visits that I get to check on my health, and as I was finishing my oatmeal, and I was walking towards the kitchen to wash my plates, trying to not limp, so I wouldn't give the satisfaction to my roommates that they got to me, After spending a good amount of time of getting constantly pushed apart from the line to wash dishes, I finally got to wash my plate and spoon. After everyone left, I was still in the kitchen washing the rest of the other children's plates because of the amount they had piled when I was doing my own. Not even a minute after, Miss Winchester handed me a sponge and a bucket and told me to scrub the big dining hall clean and shiny.

It was not until 6 or 7 pm, that I was finally finished cleaning the dining hall, that the director handed me a black bag with a fancy tag on it, and told me to leave it be that the maids would take care of it, and I'm sure they had much quicker ways to do it of course, that I had to go up the stairs repressing various tears and yelps of pain from the needle that was still in my pinky finger, that I finally got to my shared room that was luckily empty and took my right shoe off and almost cried just by the sight of the dried blood around my sock and who knows who many around my feet, I then slowly took out my stocking and took out the little "gift", that had caused was a horribly looking finger, for my luck, it was just the looks, and after re bandaging my left foot, I put on my extra stockings and put on the navy fancy dress that was big on me and covered most of my skinny arms, but not my legs, but the shoes were fine and after redoing my braids and adding two white ribblons, I felt ready.