"No. If Ella stays, I stay." The orphanage leader frowned and said, "Young lady, this might be a one time thing. You better take advantage of it. Ella will find a good home, I promise you." Winnie ran up the stairs and saw Ella sitting bolt upright, panting and sweating. "Anything wrong?" Winnie asked, sitting on her bed next to Ella. "Bad dream. It's so ok." Ella replied, still drew thing hard. Winnie switched beds and sat next to Ella. "Wanna talk about it?" Ella smiled and said, "Ok, sure. It was about my parents again." Winnie frowned. "Oh god Ella, not this again." Unlike Winnie, Ella remembered the death of her original family. She had been five when Winnie had only been two. Winnie knows that Ella was pretty scared for life, but Winnie had always been there for her. "I know, but I don't really want to talk about it right now, Pooh." Winnie scowled and Ella and said, "Don't call me Pooh, just because my name is Winnie. It's racist." Ella laughed and said, "How is that racist?" Winnie shrugged.
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Adopted
RandomWinnie was just a normal two year old; until her parents got murdered and Winnie and her little sister Louise had to go to an orphanage.
