There was a little girl called Cloe, she lived in the eera where the eldery rode horeses and carriages everywhere they ought to go by. One day after school she got home , she was alone , her parents abandoned her.
She was alone, had nothing but th...
"How can i help you , young lady." The woman smiled at cloe. She vrose not knowing what to say. " I...uhhmm... Need...help" she said as the tears came bundeling up her eye bags wich was blue black. "Oh come in!" The nice lady said taking Cloe's hand.
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As they walked to the main office of the head leader of the orphanage, Cloe saw alot of faces, young , bit older then herself but they were happy , playing games in there own groups, some are jumping rope others enjoying puzzels drawn onto the bricks of the old building. She wants a live like this. She thought to herself as her tears dried up. "Here we are." The lady said opening the door for Cloe to enter it. "Thanks" She said polite.
While the nice lady was talking to a bit younger male i was sitting in the corner admiring the art work on the walls. The ceilings atractive symbols of culrs and curves in dark brown and cream colours. Tracing the patterns on the floor with my cold bare feet.........
"Young lady!" The man called me. " Please sit down" So sh did what he asked and sat down at the chair he directed her in. She felt stress powering up her troat.....almost nauseous ... " Whats ure name?" He asked Cloe with a smile. "Cloe." I answered under her breath. "Okay cloe , that a nice name . would u mind answering a few quistions?" He asked. She nodded her head slowly so that he could she he can fire away with it. "Oky good , firstly, were are you're parents ?" He asked. Her mind flooded with images of her father hitting her mother , places where they could possibly have went. " I dont know "She answered. "Whats ure full name cloe?" He asked again "uhhm, cloe .... I dont know , i never knew." She said more confident but still shy .
" oky its fine, what happens to be you're age young lady?" The man asked again. She was about nine but was never certain of it , so she lied." Im not sure, i think 11." Was said softly and fast by her. " Any family?" He asked me. " Dont know." I answered. It seemed that the man dressed in black sitting behind the wooden desk was getting frustrated as he was tracing the lines of the paper with his long bony index finger up and down. Suddenly his neck snapped up at me in the momnet of a split second." Would you like to stay here..uhm..Cloe?" He asked me. " please." She answred desperately, eyes tearing up again , feeling ashamed of herseld, not knowing who she is or where she comes from. Im a failure. Cloe thought to herself. After a couple of hours the nice lady who's name i found out ought to be bella lead me to a warm room on the east side of the building where she gave me warm close and soaked me in a warm tub full of water. It felt nice to be warm for once. Well fed ashwell. I belong here. I though to myself
