Prologue

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Erin stood at the rusty gates of McCraven Home for Boys. The wind howled and blew at Erin as he judged the large gothic mansion beyond the gates. He stared back at the roundabout to see his aunt's black car driving away, sending dust flying. He pouted and gripped at the handle of brown leather as he waited for the gate to open. The sun beamed down on him as he observed the mansion's scenery. Tall trees grew all around and green bushes thrived at the front of the mansion. The marble water fountain trickled and bees buzzed all around flowers. Erin hated it already, and was going to keep hating it until he could go home. The fact that Erin had no choice to be here made it worse. He sighed, why did his aunt have to be unable to afford him? He shifted uncomfortably as the heat became a bother. Finally, he saw the carved oak door of the mansion, open and the ugliest old woman came towards the gate . As she came closer Erin cringed more, she was horrible. The woman had so many warts she could have been a toad and her hair was in a bun so tight it pulled her face back as well. The old woman pushed the gate opened and brushed her long gray skirt off. " Hello, young man, how may I help you?" she said with a frown.
Erin said nothing but reached into his coat pocket for a folded piece of paper. He held it out to the the ugly lady as she grabbed it from his hand. Rude. She hastily unfolded the paper and frowned deeply. " Well," she remarked " Erin Lucan, age 15, welcome to McCraven Home for Boys."
She gestured for him to come in, finally. If he had to indure the sun anymore, he would surely have fainted. As he followed the old lady on a worn out gravel path that led to both the front and back of the mansion. They stopped at the steps at the door and the ugly lady turned around . Erin couldn't help jumping at her face. "My name is Mrs. Derformis and this is McCraven's mansion. " she explained.
She pointed a slender finger at dark gray exterior of the house. She smiled at Erin and climbed the steps to open the strange oak door.

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