Through The Looking Glass By: Aliyah Rae Hernandez
I stood by the window in the room. It's not mine. The window or the room, I mean. It's the orphange's window. The orphange's room.
I've lived in St. Mary Catholica's Orphange since, well, forever. I don't know why the name has catholic in it, she's not catholic. It's just her name, I guess.
I never knew my mom or dad. Don't know if I have any brothers or sisters. I've never spent a day with my grandma making cookies. I've never been fishing with Grandpa. I'm an orphan.
I'd love to say that my life will turn out great, but it's not worth it. I can dream, hope, wish, but I know that will never work.
I know I'll never find my prince charming. He probably gave up a long time ago. Or he probably died. He'd never find me, because even if he did look, he'd never even think to look in an orphanage.
"Elizabeth!"
I turned around and walked away.
Incase, you didn't catch it, my name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Mae Holland. Or at least, that's what sister Mary Angela said. She told me to be happy. Some orphans' parents don't even stay around long enough to name their children. But mine did. My parents stayed around, a record time, of three days. That's longer than any other orphan's parents did. But that's not good, because I've been here for about sixteen years. Which makes me, also, the oldest orphan. Which means, the chances of me getting adopted went down to zero, 2 years ago. Now, I'm probably in the negatives.
My favorite band is Avenged Sevenfold, and if you love them, or not, you need to look them up. Not because I said so, but because then you'll be able to see the legend, the greatest, the awesome drummer in the history of drummers, whatever else you can think of, that describes his awesomeness, he is that too. He was pronounced dead on December 29th 2009. It was a sad day. I cried for a long time. It was such a tragedy. And 28 years old too. To be honest, I hoped someone had killed him out of jealousy, that way I could kill his ass, but there was no way. James (Jimmy) Owen Sullivan (aka: The Rev) died of natural causes.
Anyway, I was walking down the stairs, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a face in the window. It was just a flash, but I saw it in perfect clarity. Black hair and piercing sea blue eyes, with a smile. A perfect smile. His skin was pale, but it didn't change his perfect features.
I smiled, and continued to walk down the stairs. When I sat down on the couch, it hit me. THERE WAS SOMEONE IN THE FREAKIN' WINDOW!!
I rushed out the door, while hearing someone call my name, probably sister Mary Angela, after all she was the one who called me down the stairs.
Finally outside, I looked up at where the window would be at. There was no way for me to see the person here, so what was the point of looking from out here? I don't know. Maybe I was hoping to catch the person in the act. But, I could only be so lucky. If you called my life lucky.
Don't get me wrong. I am thankful for living somewhere, but, I don't know. I guess I wish I had something to call my own. My own house, my own family, my own room, and my own window.
I ran back in doors. Back up the stairs, and back to the window. I looked out. Right on the windowsill, where there are, were, flowers, was a smudge, a small imprint, of a shoe print.
I looked at the clock on the nightstand, to the right of the bed. 12:45pm.
I grabbed a notebook from the nightstand and wrote it down.
"12:45pm.
Monday January 4th, 2010
Footprints on the windowsill"
I don't know why I wrote it. I just had the sudden feeling of keeping tabs on this....thing? Maybe. Human? Don't think so, unless he got magical window climbing abilities from Zeus the Magical Unicorn.
I sat the notebook down under the pillow on the bed.
I walked back out of the room and down the stairs
Sister Mary Angela looked at me, suspiciously.
"Why did you run outside like that?"
I couldn't tell her the truth. She'd either yell Crazy and ship me to the wacky shack , or become all investigator gadget and start investigating with the police.
So instead, I smiled and said, in the most convincing voice I could muster up:
"I thought I saw a bird. A beautiful bird. But I must have scared it away."
Which, apparently, was the wrong thing to say because, she instantly looked interested.
"Oh, I didn't know you liked to bird watch! Why didn't you say so? We could go together! Or maybe even on a field trip, for all of the children! Oh! We could choose a place. Take some birdseed with us. We can go to a regular park or a state park. We could even go to the zoo! This is a great idea, Ever. I will certainly talk to the Orphanage Council about this!"
Oh lord have mercy on my soul!
She was serious! She really wanted to go! But, I instantly felt bad, so I just pretended and nodded my head enthusiastically.
She soon walked away, practically prancing with delight. I just shook my head in disbelief.
I should have just told her the truth. So, there you go, children of the world, the reason you don't lie is because you'll end up wanting to tell the truth. And if your anything like me? You'll end up going bird watching.
Now, I love nature and all. It's just, I'm more of a lake and mountains, forest, or desert kind of gal.
The water is pretty, but you don't see it splashing gross white crap all over your new black sweater, that you just so happened to just name Billy. Billy the Black Sweater. After that day at the park, I never saw Billy the Black Sweater. Ever again.
Hey! Me here! I wrote this i few weeks ago, and some girls i know wanted me to add it on here, so i did. The picture is of Elizabeth (Lizzie).
Ummmmmmmm.......well thx for reading. I posted this pretty quickly so if anythings wrong or if you just any questions ask/say.
&& That's about it, so yep.......!
~~~Aliyah Rae~~~
