I awoken from my deep sleep yawning. The woman was outside the police car talking to another woman who was dressed in acid-washed jeans with a vintage cream top. She had blonde, wavy hair tied back into a ponytail with a red ribbon.
They were both standing out a massive house of which had a blue door with the number 83 on it and plantpots either side filled with red roses. There was one cobbled stone pathway leading to the door and each side of the path were pretty little flowers and trees with bird nests.
After the police woman had finished talking she turned around spinning herself to face me through the window of the car.
"Ah, She's awake."
The young woman would smile at me, waving polietly. The police woman would open the car door letting me out. Lifting my head up,stretching I would smile back at her. She would seem like a lovely person. I mean, like you can tell if somebody is nice, or horrible. Can't you? Well I can.
"Hello Hailey! Sergeant Katy has told me about you..!"
She smiled at me ushering me near her. I was pretty confused since I'd just been awkwardly woken up.
"Oops sorry Hailey, did I scare you? I'm sorry I don't bite!"
She replied noticing the slight awkwardness in my face.
"Uh, Yeah, I know that, I've just woken up, plus I'm not 7."
I said sternly.
"Sorry Hailey, again. How old are you?" She tried to react with me nicely as possible.
"I'm a not so normal 15 year old girl. Now can we go inside?"
Katy and the young woman were laughing, I don't know what about but hey ho.
Sargeant Katy climbed into the car waving goodbye to the young woman and me. I was standing there with no bags at all. No clothes, no nothing. Lucky I grabbed my earphones and phone. I hope theres wifi here because I need to catch up with anything on Twitter.
The young woman walked up the cobbled stone path with me by her side, walking to the gigantic house which is what I though is suppost to be the Orphanage. We got closer to the blue door and I could here some boys nattering on about who was better at Fifa 13 and a few other girls screaming because they had stolen each others makeup.
The woman opened the door and stepped inside with me.
"Hailey, I'm sure you will fit in with the other girls."
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