Adopted by Dan and Phil (editing in process)

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Emily's POV:
I had just finished making Clara's bed when she came into her room.
"Clara, please remember to make your bed! It's not my job! You're just lucky Theodora doesn't see me doing it for you!"
The poor girl just frowned, "I know, Emmi, I'm sorry. Thank you for doing it, I promise I'll do it tomorrow."
Hearing her call me Emmi, made all sternness leave me. Clara had given me that nickname the first day I started working at the orphanage.
I had only been working at the GREENE LAKE INSTITUTE FOR ORPHAN CHILDREN for two years, and in the first week Clara and I became wonderful friends. She was such a sweet child. It was sad to think that she had to spend her childhood in a place like this- especially when Theodora Greene was headmistress.
It wasn't hard to notice that Clara wasn't as popular as some of the other girls. She never hung out with anyone but me.
I smiled sadly at her. She looked tired. The other kids weren't the kindest towards her and I can't imagine how that must feel to a thirteen year old.

I left one of my chocolates that I keep in my pocket, on her pillow and left the room. She was the only one I shared my secret stash of Maltesers with and I'd probably be fired if Mrs.Greene found out.

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Clara's POV
I popped the chocolates Emmi had given me and fell onto my bed. I had just finished washing the dishes - my punishment for telling Mrs. Greene that Isabelle had stolen all of my laundry. The headmistress thought I was just trying to get attention.
I had spent an hour scrubbing plates until my hands were red, all the while hearing the laughter and taunts of Isabelle and her friends.

Now I just opened my sketch book and did the only thing I was good at- drawing. I started drawing when I was eight, and had gone through three sketchbooks cover to cover.
I listened to Panic! At the Disco as I drew a scene from the Hunger Games:
When Rue was adorned with flowers as she died peacefully.
I turned the music up as loud as I could so that I felt the beat throughout my entire body.
No matter how hard I try not to, my thoughts always travel to my future. How long am I going to be here? In five years I'll be able to leave and be free from this horrible building, but can I survive five years of torture from Mrs. Greene and Isabelle?

Hey everyone! I hope you like it so far:) this chapter was just to introduce Clara, so u can see the kind of person she is, but I promise Dan and Phil will come soon😝
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~daydreamer💜