A girl sat absentmindedly behind the back of a massive, old brick house. Her dark brown hair tied back in a loose braid and flipped over her shoulder. Her pale complexion mixed with her deep green eyes and rather dark eyebrows gave her a constant, piercing expression. She sat in a lawn chair on the large, sparsely decorated deck, the aged wood bleached white in the warm summer sun. A rather thick book sat in her hands, an empty laundry basket beside her, it's previous contents flapping in the light wind on the clothesline nearby. Her eyes scanned the pages intently as loud shout echoed from the window on the second floor.
"Quinn! Put down that book! You can sit back and relax once your chores are done!" a shrill voice rang out from the window.
Quinn rose her nose from the book. "Yes Auntie!" she yelled back. Gently folding the flap of the book cover over to mark her page, she swung her legs over the side of the lawn chair. She reached down and pulled out a cane and duly attached it to her right arm and stood up, half walking, half limping towards the old fashioned french doors, sliding into the cramped living room. What was normally occupied by the other young residents of the orphanage, was currently deserted. Everyone probably off doing chores.
She limped past the empty room and headed to her bedroom, it was due for a cleaning and her roommate had managed to shirk cleaning duty yet again. She awkwardly ascended the stairs. Once she had managed to get to the landing, she strolled down the hall, turning into the second room on the left.
The rooms in the orphanage weren't exactly spacious and accommodating, but they had an almost antique flare to them, as did the entire house for that matter. It reminded Quinn of some of the scenes in her books she loved to read so much.
She closed the door and sat down on her bed, grimacing at the pain in her legs. She began using her cane to pick up clothes, firing the dirty ones in the wooden hamper at the end of the small room. Folding the ones that were clean into a small pile beside her.
Her eyes strayed to the calendar hanging on her roommate's wall, it along with several pictures of her with the previous occupants of the orphanage, many of them young. Along with the name 'Chelsea' messily scrawled in the corner of every picture and little sketch stuck to the worn cork board. The number '26' was circled with a red marker, June 26th, the day Quinn would finally turn eighteen and get dumped out onto the street. She dreaded it yet wished for it all the same.
She sighed as she stood up, awkwardly picking up the basket as she made her way down to the basement where she would find yet another basket filled with clothes for her to wash. She did the laundry for the entire orphanage every Sunday, which for a dozen or so people was quite the chore.
Quinn had just put the next load on when one of her closer friends arrived at the bottom of the stairs, a younger girl by the name Darcie, a bit of a tomboy, but that just made the two that much closer.
She placed her basket on the ground. Running the back of her hand on her forehead as she let out a breath of air. "It's so hot out today..." she mused, Quinn nodded. Only half listening. Darcie turned her head and looked at the crippled girl sitting on a freezer near the two large appliances. "I have trouble believing you're immune to the heat Quinn." she remarked. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her cargo shorts, noticing the thin sheen of sweat on the older girl's forehead.
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Inner Demons
FantasyMy account felt so barren i had to throw something in here. This is a little idea i came up with on a whim and decided to get some evaluation on my writing skills. All the characters in the story i made up myself and as of yet the plot is partly und...
