With A Little Luck

Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey everybody. This is a story done by one of my RL friends, and she's moving on from it, but we have a friend who likes it so much, I decided to take it on. I will make some changes to it, and the progress will be slow so the chapters are as long as FREAKIN' possible. :)

Also, the main character sometimes speaks in other languages, so the context of the other languages will me like this "это русский" [this is russian.] Okay? Alright!

Enjoy!

YCH.

Chapter One

Life always seems to find creative ways of screwing me over. I have been in “Merry Child Orphanage” since I was twelve, and 2 years before that, someone had murdered my mother, and I was left on the streets for those years, earning the street smarts I haven’t forgotten yet. I can’t wait until I turn 18, and they dump me back out there, with a small apartment to start out.

I’ll finally be free from this prison.

“Vasilia Vale!” Ms Raven yelled, stalking towards me. “What are you doing, lollygagging around here? Jannet is helping the children with homework, and you're here just...listening to music!”

I frowned. “What do you have against Evanescence?” I asked, rolling my eyes, and leaning forward, the two front legs of the chair hit the ground loudly.

“Absolutely nothing. I have everything against you, though!” Ms Raven continued to yell at me, before throwing a soapy washcloth in front of me. “Now do something productive. How about you start by washing all the crayon from the tables in the room?”

I groaned, lazily grabbing the cloth. “That will take all week, you know.” I complained, turning off my music.

“Well, do it anyway.” She turned, after giving me a disapproving look, and stalked out of the room, heels clicking on the linoleum.

I stood up from the chair, and kicked it back, making the legs scrape against the flooring. I squeezed the cloth, sending a rain of water to the tabletop. “Fine, alright.” I said angrily.

I heard Ms Raven talking with someone, a small child probably, by the sound of her voice. She is always nice to the children under 12 years, because somewhere in her delusional mind, she thinks anyone in their teenage years are crazy, emotional, and just plain hormonal.

I kept scrubbing at the stubborn crayon mess. “Vasilia!” Patience greeted loudly, hugging my waist as her head only reached my elbow. “Why are you cleaning all on your own?”

I smiled down at Pat, ruffling her hair. “Because someone told me to.” I told her, plastering on a pleased look.

“Did Miss Raven tell you to?” She asked curiously. I simply nodded, returning to scrubbing the crayon.

“Oh, oh, oh! I grew 2 inches the last 6 months!” She told me, bouncing up and down like a ball of energy. “I’m 4 foot 9 now!”

I smiled, and took a moment to stop my work. “Only a foot and a couple inches, and soon you’ll be 5 foot 11 with me.” I explained, nodding at her. “You’re getting tall.”

“I’ll never be as tall as you, Vasilia!” Pat complained, leaning on me. “I’ll be stuck at 4 foot 9 forever!”

I shook my head, leaning against the table I should be washing. “Are you finished your summer homework?” I asked, pulling out a stick of gum.

I held out the pack, and jerked my chin at her. “Want some?”

She smiled, and pulled out a piece, popping it in her mouth, and making it make the popping sound. “Yup!” She said between chews.