Chances • Yogscast Book 2 ✔

CH 8 - A Spooky Halloween Birthday

CH 8 – A Spooky Halloween Birthday

One of the best things about having Halloween as your birthday was just about three things: the costumes, the cosplays and the candy (or sweets the British call it).

It was completely different how the orphanage had arranged birthdays, since they could not even care less to even give you a little cake or something. They didn't even tell you when your birthday was. My last adopted parents didn't even acknowledge my actual birth date.

And when this day had come, it started off with us around the Brindley's dining table and a letter on the table: with me even oblivious on when was my birthday.

"Got the mail," Ellie dropped the pile of letters from our little mailbox downstairs and onto the table. As I was eating my Rice Krispy's, Lewis was on his iPhone and Hannah was already studying the hoard of paper like it was torture. All of us had sat down right before Lewis and Hannah had scanned through the letters.

"Bill...bill...bill...fanmail?"Lewis muttered until he stopped. "Oh here it is!" Without any hesitation, he started opening it: with 3 other pairs of eyes piercing the paper. (Oh that metaphor tho...if that was a metaphor...)

Hannah leaned to Lewis' direction and widened her eyes, "It's from Joe: the caretaker in Bristol Orphanage. Well he isn't the caretaker anymore though... actually head of it now."

At least that solved everything since...

"What does it say?"I cheekily ask and their two heads tilted to my direction.

Lewis spoke, "Uh... nothing really, some general knowledge about you Cat; since we didn't get your proper documents and files: I asked Joe to retrieve them. Just about blood types and name, age stuff that's all..."

"Oh uh... okay." I try to act natural after that, though I presumed by the looks of it: it was definitely a secret they're all hiding.

While the two were reading the pile of letters, I eventually got bored and decided to head out early to get some fresh air. I got my leggings, long-sleeve top and jacket on with Uggs right before I left the door. And walking through the hallway, I spotted Hannah on the phone talking. She was then creepily eyeing me: smiling.

Then she put the phone down a bit and called out to me, "Can you head out to town and get some Jaffas for your Uncle Simon? The office ran out of them yesterday." There was a moment my mind seemed really mindf*cked at what Hannah had just said. She wasn't that formal usually... weird.

"Uh...okay," I paused in my tracks to raise an eyebrow, but then she went back to talking on the phone. Shrugging it off, I closed the door behind me – catching a phrase before I locked the door.

"...Hope she doesn't find out..."

Find out what exactly?

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The shopping centre was bombarded with many adults and children. There was hardly anyone from my school that I didn't know weren't there. Stores were heavily decorated of haunting Halloween stuff and children with massive clothing bags filled to the brim with costumes.

I decided to scavenge for a costume store for myself: since I wanted to be a freaky doll that the orphanage used to have on this specific shelf in the corridor. It was really scary when I was like 10, so why not?

However, there was one thing that kept me from getting there.

"Cat!"

"Cathy!"