Ien flipped the envelope over and over again, his attempts of finding the return address were done in vain, for there was no return address to be seen. Thinking that it was all a joke, he grabbed the envelope and bolted down the stairs.
Arriving at the second floor, Ien headed onto the fourth door down the right-hand-side corridor. It was an oak door of dark brown and a hint of black shade at the bottom. On the top were the numbers "204" in silver paint, written in perfect cursive. The words "MR & MRS SKY" were printed on a golden plate, which was pinned a few centimeters below the numbers. Ien took a deep breath and knocked.
Knock knock.
After a moment of silence, Ien decided that he was in desperate need of attention, so he banged on the door, repeatedly.
The knuckles of his right hand were stingingly painful (not to mention completely and utterly white in colour) after his numerous hits on the oak door. Partially giving up on the whole "knock knock" thing, he leaned his right side against the door, waiting for Mrs Sky to come out, as Mr Sky was out of town on a business trip.
Eventually, Mrs Sky came out. She flung the door open with so much force that, with Ien leaning on the door, he stumbled and fell right into Mrs Sky's office.
Mr and Mrs Sky were the owners of the orphanage; the orphanage was founded by Jonathan Xavier Sky, and the orphanage was passed along to the next man of the Sky family, and therefore Mr Sky (Daniel Andrew Sky) had inherited the orphanage from his father.
"Merlin's beard! Oh dear dear boy, Ien, may they bless your dear dear nose!" Mrs Sky breathed. Ien felt a sting in his nose, and not until he touched it had he realized that it was broken, and what's more, bleeding. Mrs Sky dashed into the bathroom in her room and came out, almost immediately, with two rolls of paper towels.
"Oh, Ien! Are you alright? That was quite the fall," Mrs Sky ranted on until Ien violently shook his head. "What may your inquiry be? Why did you decide to visit little ol' me?"
"Mrs Sky, ma'am, may I know who sent this?" Ien asked politely, dangling the envelope between his thumb and index finger.
"I didn't get a close look at her. She wore a black cloak --"
"She?!" Ien repeated.
"Yes, Ien. She wore a black cloak, and the index finger on her right hand was wrapped tightly with thick cloth. She was ginger, I believe. Yes, a ginger, with sapphire eyes, piercings, a sentence tattooed on her left forearm." Mrs Sky muttered, more to herself than to Ien.
A daunting yet exciting thought crossed Ien's mind.
"My mother?!" Ien whispered.
"Well," Mrs Sky started, her eyebrows knitted together. "She was that girl who laid you on our doorstep with her teenage husband, but I've always believed that he was her brother. But is she your mother? That, I'm not sure. She seemed way too young to be mother back then, twelve years ago. Besides, you look nothing like them. But if that makes you feel any better, then yes, your mother sent this to you."
Thrilled but nervous, Ien thanked Mrs Sky and climbed up the stairs, back into his room.
What could she possibly want to tell me? He thought. First she doesn't want to bring me up, and now she wants to contact me?
Lying on the bed, he threw the envelope onto the ground. Speak about internal dilemma! He spent three whole minutes, just plainly shooting dagger glances at the mere piece of parchment, debating with himself whether it was in his right to open it up or burn it down into ashes. Abandoning mind to heart, he rolled off his bed and hastily picked up the letter.
Opening it, he read it:
Valiente,
If you want to know the truth, meet us in the cafeteria at your school tomorrow at 3pm.
-A.H.
A.H.? He thought. We? Cafeteria at school? Does the school know about this? The truth? A million questions popped up in his mind. How disappointing! He had expected a 2-paged letter plus apology from his parents, and all he got was a letter from a mysterious person (who was assumed to be his mother) with only initials signed, telling him to meet her (he assumed once again) and some other person who was not mentioned at the cafeteria? Does Mrs. Sky or the school know about this?
Soon, he decided that he was worthy enough to deserve answers, and that they had finally come to their senses.
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AcciónValiente Complicado is a twelve-year-old orphan who thinks he knows everything: what happened to his parents, what he was, why two new students can't keep their eyes off him despite the fact that he was the most unpopular student. But that changes w...
