Orelia Foster never thought that she would escape.
She never thought that one day, someone would come and take her away from the man who's had her most of her life.
Who only cares about the money he can make off of her.
That's how most foster par...
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✦ 𝑅 𝑂 𝐺 𝑈 𝐸 ✦ (Cardigan - Taylor Swift) SEVEN YEARS AGO
"I can't believe we just ran from the cops." Orelia said, the back of her hand pressed up against her forehead. She lolls her legs around and stares up at the sky.
"Well, we were in an abandoned building. It had a sign not to trespass and everything." I said, tilting my pencil down a little to shade my drawing just right.
She was quiet for a moment, probably thinking about butterflies and shit.
We sat in the clearing next to Leon's house. I knew he was in there, probably sleeping. It didn't matter much to me. He stayed out of my way and I stayed out of his.
I looked at Orelia beside me, her two pigtails splayed out beside her. A pink ribbon at the end of one and a green one at the end of the other. Her arm was raised up towards the sky, nose scrunched as she drew invisible circles in the air.
She suddenly snapped those green eyes to me and I looked away almost as quickly.
"Who do you hang out with around here?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I have two friends." I mumbled, glancing at her.
"More than I've ever had in my entire life." She smiled at me and I smiled back before quickly looking down at my drawing.
"What are their names?" She flipped onto her stomach, chin in hand as she stared at me.
I pressed down on my pencil to create harsher lines. "Marshall and Ben."
"Marshall and Ben," she tried their names out, repeating them over and over again until I got sick of it. "Marshall, Marshall, Marshall. Ben, Ben, Ben. Marshall and Ben. Ben and Marshal-"
"Stop it." I narrowed my eyes on her and she covered her mouth and giggled.
"I like the name Marshall. Reminds me of marshmallow," she rested her finger on her lip in thought. "what's he like?
"Marshall's a little quiet but he's not like that around me and Ben," I said, looking at her.
I'm surprised I've been able to for longer than three seconds without looking away. She holds eye contact like no other.
It deeply irks me.
"And what about Ben?" She tilted her head.
"Ben is the complete opposite. He talks a lot. I dunno where he gets it from because Mr. and Mrs. Hassler are really quiet."
"You're quiet." She pointed out.
"Yeah...I dunno which parent I get that from. If I even get it from them..." I trailed off, shrugging.
