3 Years Later
It had been three years since I moved to the orphanage. Three long years.
I had been treated slightly nicer than when I was new to the orphanage now. More people had moved in a moved out, and Kiki was finishing school and moving out from the orphanage in July!
At school, Haven and I had become inseparable. Most people suspected we were romantically interested in eachother, but we were just good friends. My grades were improving at a good pace, and I was moving from Oakenlodge Primary to Oakenlodge Secondary this coming September.
Most of Jackson & Co. had left the orphanage, only the ones to scared to say no to them remained, and they were fine alone.
The doorbell had just rung.
All of the children, especially the younger ones, still fascinated by doorbells piled up against the door, trying to see who it was. They obviously didn’t notice that the door couldn’t open with them there. Jenny gently got them to move back, and opened the door. Outside stood a man and a woman. The man had brown hair, and the main facial feature was his moustache, while the woman had big, glass-like eyes and purple hair. “Could you please come into my office, please, so no-one else can hear the conversation” she said, even though we all full well knew it was Duke’s office, not hers.
The man and woman walked into the office, Jenny shutting the door behind her, so only the vibrations of their voices could be heard. I decided to do some homework, as they had given us a lot more to get us used to how much we’d receive once we went to the Secondary, and I would do it in my room as the bottom floor had got crowded since the doorbell went, I was originally there before the bell had gone, reading a book. Going upstairs into my room and finding my maths book, I started to solve the problems given. “If that’s 11, and that’s 42, that means this is…”
“CLIVE!!”
Jenny.
Putting my homework away and going down to her office, I asked her what she wanted. “This is Spring and this is Cogg” she said, introducing me to the man and woman from the door. “They work for an elderly woman named ‘Constance Dove’ who wishes to adopt a child, and after listening to what she wishes from the child, you sound like a perfect match together”
I looked at the ‘Spring and Cogg’ people then. “We just need to sort a few things out and if you like eachother, you’ll be living with her” Jenny smiled, before looking at Spring and Cogg. “Clive came to the orphanage when he was 8, and has wanted to get out ever since” she said. “He’s not had the best of times either. Bullies seem to think he’s an easy target…”
“Oh dear” Spring said, ruffling my hair. “Well, if you do come and live with Constance, we’ll try and make your time living with her much more enjoyable” she said, while Cogg nodded in agreement.
I stayed silent. I had never been one to new people. Once I got to know them, I usually wouldn’t stop talking, but I became really shy when I was near people I didn’t know. Especially since the explosion, I had gotten a lot worse. The only person I spoke to automatically was the man who dragged me away from my parents. After maturing, I could tell he was doing it for my own sake. He stopped me from committing suicide that day. He had saved my life by doing that, of which I’m grateful. If I met him again, I would thank him for doing that, I mentally noted it. “He’s a little shy around new people, sorry” Jenny said, just to stop the silence.
“Oh, that doesn’t matter” Spring said. (She looked the more talkative of the two) “I’m used to shy people. I have a younger sister, but I rarely see her now, she was really shy. She lives in Yorkshire”
No offense, but I hoped that Constance wasn’t like Spring. Spring spoke too much, on my opinion, and Cogg looked like he though the same, by the expression on his face. “Wow, look at the time. We’d better be going” Spring said. “Would you like us to come back tomorrow?”
“If you have anything else to ask us about anything, then come tomorrow, if you wish” Jenny said.
“Bye then” Spring said, walking to the door, followed by Cogg.
Once they shut the door, I looked expectedly at Jenny. “That went well, don’t you think?” she smiled. “Well, go and play then, dinner won’t be on the table for a good hour or so”
I nodded and went upstairs, and ran to the room I wanted to go to. Knocking on the door, Kiki opened the door after about thirty seconds. “Hi Clive!” she said. “I heard Jenny call you, what was that about?”
“I may finally be getting adopted!” I smiled.
“Congratulations Clive!” she smiled. “Who might your adoptive parent or parents be?”
“Constance Dove”
“What?!” Kiki said. “You lucky thing!”
“Why am I so lucky? Who is she exactly?”
“You haven’t heard of Constance Dove?! She is one of the richest people in London! I can’t believe my little Clive is getting adopted off to one of the richest women in Britain!” (She called me ‘Her Little Clive’ as a nickname since I was 9)
“I’m not little anymore Kiki, I’m five foot”
“You’ll always be Little to me, Clive. But were going to have to be doing a lot of work with you before you go and live with someone like Constance Dove”
“What kind of work?”
“Clive, were going to make you act like you’ve been rich all your life. We’re going to make you posh”
