Glitches

Chapter 6- Dear Betsy Ross, My Eyes!

Chapter 6- Dear Betsy Ross, My Eyes!

"No, turn left. No, your other left" I directed Dr. Frame. He swerved the car down a dirt road leading to the thinning part of town.

The larger buildings and busy streets were disappearing and morphing into small Bungalows and pasture grounds.

A small gathering of buildings came into view as we drove up a hill. There, I saw it. A large brick building with foggy windows and playground toys just beside a post office sat quiet and still.

"Ah, the sweet and painful memoirs about this place" I sighed as I looked at the stalking device in my hands. Sure enough, a single orange dot blinked as we got closer.

Dr. Frame pulled the truck into the run down, asphalt park lot, then shutting the motor off. We sat in the truck for a moment when I looked up, seeing the large field of tall grass behind the orphanage. The same place were the incident happened.

Giving a loud sigh to break the awkward silence, I looked at the device in my hand and frowned. "The dot isn't inside the building. It's...behind the building."

"Well let's go meet them then" Dr. Frame smiled while climbing out of the drivers seat. Max and I followed him out of the truck, saying nothing.

As I climbed out, I noticed the same wooden painted sign nailed to the wall above the door to the orphanage. "Special Gifted Children's Orphange." By "special gifted" they really mean handicapped, have a disorder or are mentally retarded.

Yes, I was adopted from here. I have ADHD, which fits under the "disorder" category. It just struck me, that Max would have had to have some flaw to be adopted from here. I wonder what it was... He looked mentally stable to me.

I held the device up and followed the beeping noise around the building with Dr. Frame and Max following.

We stopped at a large garbage bin, which I managed to move to the side with my left hand, then proceed to the back.

The sun was just above the horizon as I saw the mountains and fields of grass. The city ended here. From then on, it was nature. From my guess, past those mountains was Utah or Arizona. Not much to get here in Colorado, but heat.

Just as I turned the corner the sound of a stereo blasted up all the way made me jump. There, I saw someone spray painting the back of the orphanage building.

It was a girl, my age, with long, dark brown hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her face was covered with a bandana, so I couldn't see her features very well.

The girls clothes were...unique. An extremely large t-shirt swayed in the wind in her strangely, boney body covered with paint. And her skinny jeans had lots of rips covered up with duck tape.

She had black high tops on. One shoe was untied and the other shoe had a different color lace on.

This chick looked like she hadn't gone shopping in a long time. Ether that or she couldn't find anything to fit that scary thin body of hers. For that one moment, I felt an urge to throw a sandwich in her face.

Looking at the device in my hands, I was reassured that this was the next super human kid.

Finding the courage to speak, I stepped forward, yelling over the music, "um, hello!"

The girl still didn't hear me. I sighed and walked up to her, tapping her shoulder. "HELLO!"

The girl screamed and jumped back, squirting the spray paint in my eyes. I screamed and fell in my knees. "DEAR BETSY ROSS! MY EYES! MY EYES!"