Her world. Her mind. Her thoughts. Her feelings. Stay in contact, only with each other.
"MarieAnn, come downstairs." I called. I wasn't Marie's mom. I was the orphanage mistress.
"Coming Ms.Doulet." Marie answered.
She grabbed he slippers, her glasses and trotted down the stairs.
"Hi MarieAnn!" Aiden, her best friend exclaimed. MarieAnn smiled. I've watched these girls everyday. Everyday has grown a different flower. Everyone gathered around the table for breakfast and together we said grace. Eggs, bacon and hash browns danced on her plate. I could tell she had something flying around in her head.
"Girls, today we will be going to the park for a few hours, and then to a dinner with the Management Founder for our Orphanage." I told the girls.
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All Tied Up
Teen FictionMarieAnn, 12 years old. She is lost in her world, lost in reality. She can barely manage her emotions, toppled on her family. She can't help but sneak out just to get away in the middle of the night.
