The Orphanage

Chapter 4

Gabriela’s POV:

The escape is planned to take place on May 22nd at 12:30 pm, while everyone is at lunch.  And since it’s already May 18th we are getting everything ready.  

We decided to take our school backpacks, since we didn’t have any other ones and we would be more inconspicuous.  We filled our backpacks with one pair of jeans, five t-shirts, five changes of underwear, a flashlight, some sandwiches, a bottle of water, a lightweight jacket, some blankets and all of the loose change we could find.  It might not seem like much, but i had a feeling it would be better to pack light.  I mean, what if the authorities were trying to catch us and we had to run in order to avoid being caught?  Heavy backpacks would weigh us down, making it easier to get caught.

The awaited day finally arrived and I was extremely nervous.  Would we be able to escape?  Would we be able to survive on our own?  These kept playing over and over in my mind like a broken record.  But I simply tried to ignore these questions in my head and anxiously counted down the time until the lunch bell finally rang.

When the lunch bell finally did ring I jumped out of my seat and speed walked over to the bathroom by the main entrance, where Isabelle and I had decided to meet up.  Isabelle arrived two minutes later and we slowly walked over to the main entrance, wishing we could run over to this freedom that was calling our name, but knowing we had to remain inconspicuous.  I breathe a sigh of relief when we pass the front door without any problems.  I start running as soon as we are outside, with Isabelle following close behind.

We come to a complete stop by the big metal gate.  “Brilliant!” I say sarcastically when I see there is a huge lock on the door and we don’t have a key.

“Wait.  I might be able to pick the lock.” Isabelle says taking a clip out of her hair.  I wait impatiently for her to pick the lock, but after a few minutes we both realize it is pointless to keep trying.  She was unsuccessful.  “I’m sorry,” Isabelle says sadly, “I have read all about lock picking and I thought i’d be able to do it, but it’s a lot harder than it seems.”

I sit down and start playing with the grass, thinking of ways to open the gate.  “Oh!” I hear Isabelle suddenly exclaim “You could try opening the gate with your mind!”

I look at her surprised, how did she find out about that?  “Are you nuts?” I ask, “I have spent years trying not to do that, trying to suppress my differences because it makes me a freak, and now you are asking me to be that freak? To let my freakiness show?”

“Please” Isabelle pleads, “It’s the only way we can escape.  You’ve got to at least try.  If we aren’t able to escape, do you want it to be your fault because you wouldn’t even try to open the gate?”

“Fine! I’ll try.” I mumble half heartedly as I stand up and walk a bit so that i’m standing right in front of the gate.  Open I think.  It doesn’t work.  After a few more tries I get irritated at the stupid gate for not opening, so I scream at the gate to open itself and I kick it out of frustration.  Probably not the smartest thing I could have done, because then I start hopping on one foot, screaming in pain and the orphanage guards and directors arrive and kindly escort Isabelle and I back to our room (note the sarcasm).

Mrs Topoxi rudely shoves Isabelle and I into our room and locks the door.  “I am very disappointed in both of you.  Especially you number 465, you have been here many years.  You know the rules.  I expected better from you, you should have kept number 582 in line and not joined her in her foolishness.  That is why,” Mrs Topoxi continued in an eerily calm voice, “you shall both remain on lockdown -- that is, no leaving your room except for classes, chores and attending your detentions -- for two whole weeks.  Apart from that both of you shall have double the chores and two weeks of detention with me every night.”

With that said, Mrs Topoxi leaves and Isabelle and I trudge to our beds and sit down.  “This sucks” I say staring at the floor.  “If only I could have actually opened the gate with my mind we wouldn’t be in here anymore.”

“It’s not your fault” Isabelle disagrees, “If only I had actually succeeded at lock picking you wouldn’t have even had to try using your mind to open the gate.”

We just sat there, each one of us blaming ourselves.  But I knew two things for sure: 1) We would not give up.  We would try to escape again, but this time more prepared.  2)  I would practice moving stuff with my mind (but only in secret).  That way next time I would be able to open the gate.

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A/N:

Hey everyone! I know it has been a while, I really suck at uploading constantly don’t I? Anyway, here is the next chapter!! Please tell me what you all think, i love hearing from you.  That is why I always ask you to please comment and vote.  And now guess what?? This story is coming to an end soon.  There will only be 1 or 2 parts left.  And once that is done I would have actually completed my first story EVER!! WOO!! But for that i will need your help.  Please comment or write on my message board telling me to continue.  Show your love for this story and I will upload the next part sooner.  Otherwise I will think that you guys don’t really like it so I will just upload on my own time again, in other words, in about 2 months.  Okay that is all. Thank you.  Over and Out.