Deliver

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[Y/N]'s POV

After 4 years of living at this home, I learnt many things. I learnt how to braid and maintain my hair. I learnt how to clean, cook and bake many things.

The woman never told us her name. She always made us call her madame and that was that.

The three girls that I saw for the first time were called: Yana, Gianna and Tami. They were 1 or 2 years older than me.

Those girls despised each other as they despised me. They would constantly pull my hair, throw things on the floor when I was cleaning and force me to lick it up.

The madame made us do many jobs like picking fruits and vegetables from the trees, bushes and ground while feeding chickens.

I was done with my tasks when I saw madame in the
garden watching me. I approached her and greeted her.

"Good morning madame, how was your night?" I asked politely.

She shook her head and looked distressed. "[Y/N] did you know that the walls of Shiganshina were knocked down earlier today? Well, my husband who worked there was killed."

Her eyes were full of sadness but she had no tears. I didn't think of Shiganshina until she mentioned it. I felt pity for the poor people who passed.

The madame walked off and entered the house. I then saw she left a basket of fruits on the ground. I decided to take it to the market.

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The market was filled to the brim. There was so many people. I guess there was do many people due to what happened in Shiganshina.

I arrived at Jeanette's fruit stand. "Miss Jeanette! I brought your fruit today!" I called.

She out from the store behind her and collected the basket from me. "Thanks kid, here take this." She gave me a bag of bread. I said my thank Ms and walked down the road.

On my way I saw a boy with brown hair on the floor, arguing with some random guys. I stared for a moment and when they stopped fighting, I tapped the boy's shoulder and he turned to look at me.

He had shiny bluish-greenish eyes. They were mesmerising.

"Do you want some bread?" I asked. I wanted to smile to look more friendly, but it didn't look. I think i looked more intimidating than kind.

The boy took the bread from my hand and ran off. How strange. After that I headed home.

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