Recap: I started walking out of the room. Carmen grabbed my arm.
“Cat....”
I yanked my arm out of her grip, and kept on walking. I heard my name being called by my best friend.
“Cat!!! Cat!!! Wait!”
I couldn’t wait. I was on a mission. I had to find Miss Shay. I needed to know about the new kid.
Chapter 5
I still heard Carmen’s voice from behind me, but I ignored her. I kept on walking. Where was Miss Shay? I heard scrubbing sounds coming from the kitchen. I decided to go look for her in there.
Once I got into the kitchen, I immediately spotted Miss Shay on the floor, scrubbing the tiles. Why was she cleaning now? We don’t have to clean until this weekend. It’s a tradition here at Miss Shay’s. We clean the orphanage every weekend. Usually Saturday.
“Miss Shay?” I asked.
“Yes, dear?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You just did.”
“Yes, I know, but-”
“I’m just kidding. Go on.”
“Actually, I have two things to ask you. Number one: why are you cleaning?”
“I should ask you why you aren’t cleaning, dear. Adoption Day is tomorrow.”
I completely forgot!
“Sorry, Miss Shay! I totally forgot about Adoption Day. I’ll help you clean up.”
I started over to the sink, and turned the faucet on. I rolled up the sleeves of my sweatshirt, and was about to plunge my hands into the sink, when someone grabbed my arm. I looked down at the hand, and then to the owner.
Oh, it’s just Miss Shay.
“Honey, I got those dishes. Also, didn’t you want to ask me another question?”
I sighed. “Yes, but I will help you.”
“I already told you I got those. Now, what you can do is make us some tea, and let’s have a chat.”
I nodded, and started making the tea.
When the tea was done, I poured it into two cute little teacups. They’re adorable! I went over to the table where Miss Shay was sitting. I set the teacup in front of her, and sat down.
Miss Shay drank some tea, then looked at me questionably.
“Dear, is your question about your parents?”
I started choking on the tea I was swallowing. I NEVER want to talk about my parents. It’s really uncomfortable when people start saying stuff about them. I don’t care if people say bad stuff about me, but I do care when people say terrible stuff about my parents. And usually, people don’t have that many good things to say about my parents.
I started coughing uncontrollably. No, more like hacking. Miss Shay had to smack me in the back a couple times. Once I could breathe again, I spoke.
“No, it’s not about my parents. Actually, I wanted to ask you if a new kid is coming to the orphanage.”
Miss Shay lowered her eyebrows, which had been raised since her first sip of tea.
