Chapter 3

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Kara's POV

The smell of the food Mr. Larkson insisted on bringing for me is driving me crazy. Maybe if I just took one bite.......

*******************************10 minutes later*********************************

" Wow you really ate all of that!"

Why would he buy it for me if he didn't expect me to eat it? It seems my glaring is going unnoticed.

" I had bought you some extra tacos to share with your new friends. You must have been really hungry, huh?"

Maybe I was, but that's none of his concern. And new friends? These are the children that nobody wants, the worse of the worse. They're going to be horrible.

This is what I want to say, but I don't have the guts. Nodding will have to suffice for now.

" Well, that's okay. I'm sure you'll have just as easy a time making friends without food. Because of your um...... past, it is required that you have your own bedroom. However, there are a lot of children where you're going so you'll have to use the attic."

ATTIC?! That's no better than before! Is everything going to be like this? The same treatment, but with more people so it's worse.

Mr.Larkson notices my stance change and takes the opportunity to try to deceive even more into thinking he is a good person. " This home will be nothing like your first one and Ms.De'villa has promised to make it very nice."

His hand is on my shoulder, rubbing up and down my back, and touching all my bruises. This man is pure evil! Surely, if I move from his hand I will be punished.

Srccchhhh .The car jerks to a stop.

"We're here! Get out!" Oh, how I've missed the truthful, non-misleading voice of Ms.Writman.

I'm looking..... looking. There is nothing, but a lake in sight. I think Ms.Writman has officially gone crazy.

" We're walking to a boat being provided by the orphanage for your transportation. We won't be joining you there but a staff member of the orphanage is wait on the boat."

In other words, he's to scared to go and Ms.Writman just doesn't care.


Mr.Larkson's smiles are doing nothing but make me more uneasy. This was probably the plan.


" Why are you walking so slow?! I would like to get there, TODAY PLEASE!!" Ms.Writmans yelling; I just might miss it, but the hitting I definitely won't. I don't know about her crazy.

The boat is about 4 feet away. Walking faster won't change what time we arrive.

" Hello! I'm Carly, employee of Ms. De'Villa. I hope your travel was good."

There is a pause, almost long enough for it to seem like see really cared. Keyword almost.

" Well, Kara is in good hands know you can get on your way home. Goodbye!"

Her smile as fading as Mr.Larkson and Ms.Writman walk away.

Maybe I should try to talk. Don't want to upset anyone I see everyday. "N-nice t-to m-m-meet you, C-carl-ly."

I don't think that helped. All it caused her to do is sigh and roll her eyes.

"Listen kid, Ms. De'Villa will tell you all the rules when you meet her. But the three most important ones are 1. Do what we tell you to ,2. Don't make us upset , and 3. Don't talk unless spoken to. You've already broken two of those rules. If you do it again, you will be punished as soon as we are at the den. Do you understand?"


I'm stunned. I can't say anything. Is this what life is going to be like now? Oh God, I'm not going to a orphanage I'm going to a prison!

It's on a private island and there is only one way off; this boat. And I doubt anyone willing to help me knows how to drive it. How will I ever escape?

********************************1 hour later*******************************************


"Get ready to get out. We're only 5 minutes away" Carly says.

~sigh~ Here we go. Am I dressed okay?

Thud. The boat bumps against the sand. Five minutes? More like two.

" Come push the boat up more." Looking down, I can tell the boat is up far enough, but I have obviously done something to upset Carly.

********************* 5 minutes(not two) later****************************************

My arms hurt and I'm covered in sweat. Not to mention, the boat hasn't moved one inch.

" Forget it. Obviously, you're useless. I'll get someone worth a crap to do it."

She says this now, after I'm drowned with sweat, almost drowned twice, and look like a bag of s**t threw up on me...... after I did gymnastics with a hippo.

" Get inside. Now." ~sigh~ It's time.






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