Looking For A Way Out

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Hey Monica, no to nice.
Monica, no way.
What did you want Monica?eh it's okay.
Yeah stuff the talking to Monica.
I walk through the front door past the dreadful sign that says
'Monica Mays Orphanage' and underneath ' a home for all' bull it's barely a home more like a death house.
"Gypsy can you meet Monica in her study"
whatever you want your majesty.
I walk in to the grand room.
When I first came in here I thought it had diamonds on the walls.
Than I just looked at it to be a dull old grand place.
"Gypsy can you please sit down."
She said please, wow.
I sit down and put my feet comfortably on her desk. She gives me a scowl.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes I do, I have some important things to talk about with you."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Your turning 18 in a months time an-"
I cut in
"and what?you want to give me away now?
To some family that will kick me out in a months time?
Hell no I'm not having that feeling again"
"listen to me. I had 2 choices, the first one you go and get adopted or the second was for you to have your own place.
Holly has been watching you and been telling me all about it.
I've been saving up all my money and I was thinking moving that shed of yours out of the loading areas and onto a plot of land where you can live."
"You would do that for me?"
"Yes, but only if your okay with it"
I turned soft at this moment, I almost turned into a holly.
"I'll take it! Thank you so much Monica!"
I defiantly went soft at that moment because I have her a hug and I was smiling.
That my friends is how my day went from bad to good.
Never mind I didn't say friends.
Soon I'll be out of here and I won't have to put up with Monica anymore.
"But I do have a few rules, you must go to school and graduate, you must look after the place, you must make some friends, you must try and get a job, you must have a go at something your good at."
"Eh, can't promise you anything but I'll give it a try."
"That's my girl, now go pack your stuff"
I get out of the study and run to my bed.
I stuffed everything in my bags and the only thing I left, was my pillow that I cried on every night for the last 14 years.
Yah I cried and cried when everyone was asleep at night.
I cried because I had nothing, no friends, no family, no one who cared about me.
I had nothing.