What we wish

Second Wish

2 weeks after the accident

"I am so not moving in there!" I huff as I stomp my foot. Immature, I know, but the situation called for it. We are standing in front of a tall, dark, looming building with a sign on the front that reads, Sunshine Orphanage. This place had to be the exact opposite of "sunshine." I glance a Clara, a worker from Homes for Kids Corporation, hoping this was all a joke. She had brought us to this mansion of doom saying, and I quote unquote, this was the perfect place for us

"I promise you will love it here." Clara says cheerily, to me and the twins. I look at the twins and they roll their eyes. They are just as thrilled to be here as I am. I pick up Ben's and my bags and follow Clara and Ben up the walkway with Lily trailing behind me. Ben is using crutches due to his amputated leg and because of all the medical bills, we are now buried up to our necks in debt. Turns out that my father's company had gone bankrupt just a few days prior to the incident. All the family savings were used for my parents' burial and funeral, which by the way was 3 days ago. So all in all, we were left with nothing. No money, no more family, no house, nothing. We had been staying at the hospital, but had to leave when the room were needed for new patients, thus how we ended up at this orphanage with Clara. We walk up to the door, but before we can knock, a tall, voluptuous, serious-looking lady opens the door.

"Come in!" She squeals, taking me by surprise. When I step into the room, my eyes are attacked by an army of bright colors. Pink chairs, orange couches, blue walls, yellow lamps, red rugs, the colors are never ending. This place is just too colorful, I think to myself. Who would even decorate anything this colorful? It makes me think a unicorn came and farted rainbows throughout the room. I smile at the image.

"Ok guys, I have to go now, but I'll stay in contact with Ms. Perry," Clara say, gesturing to the squealer.

"Bye!" The twins and I chorus. It makes us happy to see her leave. The squealing lady turns to us.

"Now let me how you your rooms!" she squeals once more. I swear if she squeals one more time I will strangle her so she can't even talk, let alone squeal. She leads us up a long staircase to the second floor. Ben is struggling up the stairs, but eventually he makes it. She points to the second door to the right of the stairs and says, "This room is for the twins." Wow, I think to myself. She can speak without a single squeal coming from her mouth. Lily grabs the bags and suitcases and wobbles into the room with Ben following her. The lady then turns to face me.

"Since your the oldest child here, I put you on the top floor, for privacy." I silently breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks," I say in appreciation. She nods her head, her brown curls bouncing. She beckons me to follow her up another flight of stairs and I follow her, eager to see my room. Once I see my room my jaw drops open and nearly hits the floor. This is my dream room.

In the corner to my right is a queen bed with green and blue covers, the walls are a mix of turquoise and teal, there is a balcony overlooking the back of the orphanage, and it is perfect. But why did they make it like this?

"We made your room with this style because we assumed that being a teenager, you would want a "cool" room." Squealer says, as if reading my mind. Even though she annoys me, I walk over to her and give her a giant hug. This is perfect and I am so grateful for her all doing this.

"By the way, my name is Angela Perry, but call me Angela. If you need anything just ask." And with that, she leaves me in my room staring around the room in awe. I walk across the carpet to the bed and plop my stuff on the floor next to it. I carefully lower myself onto the bed, acting as if the bed will break any moment. I stare at the mirror on the dresser and finger my light brown hair. My mother's hair. I lock eyes with my reflection and stare deep into them, looking for some type of happiness. There is none. I sigh and stand up to unpack.