She fell. Flat on her face. She was used to this; her hobby was messing things up, but not purposefully. She was a walking, talking, living accident, and nobody wanted anything to do with her. Especially her parents, who had immediately neglected her as soon as they found one flaw with their offspring.
Now, let's take a step back and take a gander at her past. She was not "created" to bind the love of her parents. Oh no. It was for money.
Her parents were rich, snobby people who expected the best and "absolutely nothing less than perfection" from everyone and everything they were involved in. Which is not a very good life practice if you haven't already realized.
Disaster. Misery. Calamity. All words used by Madam Cynthia Dover to describe her first born daughter. If (which in her opinion having red hair isn't already a mistake) her daughter was too blush or too heavy, this child was obviously a mistake and must be abandoned. But as far as Madam Dover could see, this infant didn't seem to have all of the incorrect traits she had prayed for her not to possess. Just as soon as the baby first opened her eyes, she nearly dropped the infant. "Harold...HAROLD!!" she bellowed .
Sir Harold Dover was her father. He owned a software company and planned on the baby to be the heiress to his economic accomplices.
"What is the problem now, dear," he said with a sense of regret in his tone. Honestly, he did not love Madam Dover. Not at all. Nor did she love him, but they both loved money. Now this infant is a millionaire. (If you take a look at her parents' wills)
The father power walked into the nursery because this was not a "running kind of emergency". He got into the nursery and saw his wife in a tizzy over the baby, and the baby happily sitting in the hospital cradles as if nothing was wrong. Miss Dover wept "Harold.. the baby... IT'S A MISTAKE!" Harold looked down at the baby. The small child had thin, red hair and cute, blushing nose. He scanned the rest of the child. Eyes. 'The eyes..that's what she's freaking out about...'
, he thought. She had beautiful, sparkly eyes- the most beautiful pair of eyes you've ever seen- except for the color. She had one glassy, blue eye on the left, and one bright green eye on the right.
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Accidents Happen
General FictionA girl named Calamity is an extremely clumsy girl trapped in an orphanage from birth and wants to find and get revenge on her birth parents for leaving her.
