The poor girl becomes rich. #Wattys2017

Luck is a strange thing

Zoe's PoV.

"Zoe! Get up! The food won't cook itself!" Shouted Ms. Crane. I mumble and reluctantly get up, the early morning sun, shone through the small window in the small room. As I dress in my only clothes, a white shirt with a light blue sweater with tattered jeans, and black converse.

I run down to the kitchen and see three kids cleaning the stove, I sigh and remember when that used to be me. I was left here when I was two, I don't remember my parents, but I don't mind. I've been here for 15 years, and my birthday is in a month. Then I can finally leave this awful place and go to college, my grades are high enough that I've been accepted a year early.

As I prepare breakfast, all the children came running in after doing their morning chores. I'm the oldest, every other teen my age was adopted, I wondered why I wasn't, but it was probably because of the scar on my collarbone. I got it after I refused to do my morning chores, because I woke with a high fever, and Ms. Bossy cut me with a shard of glass.

I lied to the school saying while I was cooking, a kid came running and knocked me and the knife cut into my collarbone. It doesn't hurt as much as the year I got it, it just gives off a little nip once in a while.

As I placed the soup in each of the kids bowls, Ms. Bos-Crane came stomping in, demanding for her eggs and bacon. I quickly put it down, and I went back into the kitchen for mine. Since I'm the oldest, I get the least, so I got simple bread and a small cup of soup. I didn't mind, it's been like this for 11 years since the last oldest left.

As I readied myself for the shouting for me to clean up, the doorbell rang and Ms. Crane hurried everyone out, and demanded I clean up. As she made her way to the door, she saw the outline of two cops. When she opened the door two serious looking men stood gazing down at her with their scary looking eyes.

"Excuse me ma'am, but does a Zoe live in this orphanage?" Asked the smaller one. "Not that I-" I cut her off, "That would be me." I say, looking up at the man. "Ah, we heard from one of your classmates that you had admitted to being forced into slavery here." Said the taller man. "Slavery?! I've never done that to a poor, innocent child, right Zoe?" She lied. I said nothing, I don't remember telling anyone, I did let all my stress out of the school roof, maybe someone overheard.

"Right Zoe!" She shouted, in my face. "Stop! Just Stop! Yes I've been forced into slavery and so has every other child in this god forsaken place!" I shout back, finally speaking my mind. Suddenly I feel a burning sensation and my right cheek, I had been slapped, by my 'guardian', info t of two cops.

"Madam! That is child abuse, now we gave no choice but to take you with us!" Shouted the smaller one, dragging Ms. Crane to their car. The taller looks at me, "Would you like us to leave you hear and send the persons' parents to come pick you up?" He asked kindly. I simply nod.

As he walks away, I hear cheering behind me. I turn and see all the kids laughing and for one looking happy.
"Zoe got rid of Ms. Bossy!"
"Wow! She's so brave!"
"I want to be like her when I'm older." They all cheered and I hurried them in. I quickly went and got something I his when I came here, board games.

We all played Monopoly, Cluedo and Guess Who, until the doorbell rang, u got up and opened the door to flare two people I never thought would be hear. Cris Argas, world fashion designer, and Martha Argas, model and dancer. Both really famous. "Hello." I say politely.
"Ah, you must be Zoe! We've come to pick you up. We've brought our carer we use for our youngest son to look after the children for you." Said Martha.

"Oh? Thank you, I've been trying to keep them entertained but they won't be out of those games for a while. Some have never played monopoly, Cluedo or guess who before, so they're pretty excited." I say chuckling. They look at me shocked. "When Brandon said you were mature, I thought he meant you just made all the right decisions. But you act like an adult and your only 17, you must have had to skip your childhood." Said Cris.

Zoe looked shocked, 'How can they tell, I was trying to hide it.' She thought. "Anyway, our son is the one who informed us about your lifestyle, he seemed awfully worried." Cris said, looking at the teen. "Your son?" She asked. "Brandon, he told us that he overheard you on the roof crying." Answered Martha. Suddenly Martha screamed, "Oh my goodness! Cris look at her clothing!" She shouted, clinging to her husband.

He looked just as shocked as his wife, and he quickly grabbed Zoe's hand. "Come, we must change you're clothing." he said, practically dragging her to his black car, he quickly took out his phone and dialled a number. "Yes, hello Alfrey, I need you to send three stylists to the mansion, and I want to donate money to the orphanage I'm at, ill discuss how much after I sort some very crucial matters." he said and hung up.

I was pushed into the backseat of a very expensive looking foreign car, and it quickly speeded down the street. Once it stopped, I looked outside the window and saw I was at the front gate of the Argas Mansion!