The silent Orphan girl! (Under construction)

Chapter 1: A bet

Letters. Words. Sentences. That's some things that many people use when they talk and communicate with family, friends and their loved ones. Me? Well I don't. Not that I don't have anyone to talk to but I just can't talk. Not like I don't have any vocal cords.. It's just that I don't want to talk. I don't want to say anything, because I'm scared. Scared to death that I will say something wrong, that people won't like me. The real me, the me that is scared because of the nightmares that play fragments of a blurred memory...  the death of my family... the death of my parents.

I talk.. Sometimes. Mostly to the other kids in, Renton's Orphanage. I have lived here for almost my whole life. I was moved here after some hospital checks right after the accident. I was 5 years old when it happened. That's why I can't remember the whole thing about that night. It comes back in flashes, small broken pieces blurred together.

"Noah!!" I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a high pitched voice screaming my name. I snap my head up to see what they want. Mrs. Kitch stand a few chairs away from me and I pull on a small smile to my lips, barely lifting the corners of my mouth upwards.

"Yes, Mrs. Kitch?" I say low but still gently. She smiles a little before looking with a angry contortion at me.

"Noah, have you taped water balloons with paint inside over the staff dressing room door so they would crack when you open the door?" Mrs. Kitch asks angrily with a frown on her face. I bite down on my bottom lip to stop a smile from forming on my face when I see Mrs. Drew coming in rushing over the dinning hall and into the shower room, all in colored paint all over her body.

"Yes, ma'am!" I say and I can hear giggles all around the tables in the dining hall. Mrs. Kitch looked down at me like she wanted to bite my head off from the rest of my body. She then turns on her heels and stalking toward the hallway. I smile a little and the kids at my table smiles and cheers on me. I just shake my head before Mrs. Kitch change her mind.

"Noah Winters!! You're coming with me to my office right NOW!!" She screeches. I stand up and the children give me the thumbs up.

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I look over the desk at Mrs. Kitch and watch as she angrily works her jaws together and I just sit there, waiting for her to say something. I'm not afraid of her wrath.. I have done this thousands of times before. Finally she opens her mouth.

"Why Noah, why?" She says, watching me. I turn my gaze toward the window and look out through it.

"A bet." I say without looking at her. I can literally hear how her chair cracks under her shifting weight as she turns around in it. I refuse to look at her right now.

A bet?" She says with just an small amount of anger in her voice. Looking back at her I see that she has a small smile on her lips. I close me eyes and she signs.

"Get your ass over to the staffs room and clean. Okay?" I can feel Mrs. Kitch watching me for an reaction but there isn't any so she speaks up again.

"Then you can go to your room and one of the kids will bring some food up to you soon.. Okay?" She says and I sigh quietly.

"Yes Mrs. Kitch!" I say and stand up. Just when I'm about to leave, she talks again.

"Tomorrow is an visitors day, can you please keep track of the time so the kids are ready at 12 tomorrow? One of the kids in your room will take some food and sleep pills up to you." I watch how her jaws work when she talks and I push a little smile out over my lips before getting out of the room. She doesn't have to get an answer she knows that I take extra care over the kids in my dormitory.

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My eyes are closed while I'm lying on my bed in the dormitory. That's when I hear steps and voices coming toward our dorm. I listen but keep my eyes closed. Our dorm is the last one on the third floor. There are a few dorms on the second floor but mostly there is just playrooms and stuff like that, first floor is kitchen dining hall and so on.