Journey Home

Chapter One

"Zoey! Clare! Nancy! Get up, you lazy, good-for-nothing kids!" Miss Flavrin yelled at us. I rolled over, blinking the sleep out of my eyes and looking at the time. Well, it was only 7:30, but apparently we were lazy. Though I had dye choice I would be in bed till 10:30z

I forced myself to get out of the rock hard bed we're forced to sleep on in this cruddy orphanage and went to the bathroom to change. The one good thing about being woken up first is that the bathrooms aren't very busy yet. I only have to wait for a couple people before I can go in and change.

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When I'm finished, I head to the chore board to see what my morning job is. If you're wondering, the chore board is just a billboard with a list of jobs for each girl, luckily we only have chores in the morning and afternoon.

My morning job was the worst of all...I had to clean the freaking toilets! I swear she always gives be the toilets at the end off the week when they're the worst.

I walked over to the closet and gathered the supplies I would need. But once I entered the bathroom, I started gagging like crazy. It smelled like tuna casserole...but mixed with dog poop and spinach, I'm not kidding. How come I walkways get the one bathroom no one ever uses, I mean no one dares enter the forbidden bathroom number 3.

It took me about five minutes, but I eventually mustered up the courage to get in there and start.

About an hour later, I finished all three stalls and the rest of the bathroom wich meant I got to go eat breakfast. Now, our breakfasts aren't exactly what you see in the movies where they serve you goop and slop as if your a pig that will eat anything, but it isn't the best food either. Today we got stale toast and slightly burnt eggs. I ate it, and quickly, because I wanted to get back to my room early, because we only got a half an hour of free time after breakfast, and I had to get back to my friends to tell them something.

I ran over to the kitchen sink once I finish, wash my dish off, sit it in the drying rack, and run to my room, or, as I like to call it, prison.

Nancy and Clare were already in the room when I got there. I hesitated when I saw them, but knew I had to tell them my plan since I was going to do it tonight and I couldn't do it without them.

"Nancy, Clare..." I paused for a second, then continued, "Guys, I'm leaving the orphanage tonight and I need your help."