Chapter 2

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"Becky...?" I whispered as I heard people leave. Where was I? What happened? Whose Becky? For some reason, I feel like I should remember that name.

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After being in so many foster homes, I don't give in. That's the funny thing though. Most of the families treat me as a servant, a dog, and even adopt me sort of like a prostitute. I forgive them. It's not something I want to do. I read a book about this guy who always forgives people. He decides to run for like mayor or something, and the people voted him for his grace. It was a super dumb book.

"Meika...." a little girl whispered to me, cutting me off from my thoughts. She tugged on my worn-out shirt.

I bent down,"What's wrong sweety?"

"Kevin hit me on my elbow," she pouted. I kissed like a butterfly landing, and she giggled.

"Woah! It feels better already!" she said as her eyes glowed. I lightly patted her back, and she ran off.

The keeper is who we call the owner of the orphanage. She doesn't let us do anything. The whole place is covered in a fence. I secretly teach the little ones here because I think they should have a chance to replace the one I never got. I'm planning on majoring in English if I ever get to college. Let alone an actual school. I taught myself from the books at the public library.

A young couple pulled up and parked in the lot. Typical. I see these type daily. One of them can't have children or they just want another kid. It's always a baby or a little one. They're both bubbly and perky. A man popped open the door and hopped out. He had slick,black hair and wore a t-shirt with gym shorts.I kept waiting for his wife to come out but she never did. Maybe he wasn't married. I looked through the fence.

He smiled as he walked towards me. Perfect, white teeth.

"Hello there," his voice was shaky. He was taller than I thought he'd be.

"Who are you?" I asked kindly enough to not seem rude.

"I'm here for-"

"a kid," I interrupted him. "The little ones are over there." I pointed to the playground which consisted of a rusty slide and some cardboard boxes.

"I'm not here for a little kid," the guy pridely says.

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