Just One Last Wish

Chapter One

Elana's P.O.V

"Makayla! Can I please see your brush?"

I scream with frustration. Makayla's one of the other girls at the orphanage and ever since I got here, has been the nicest person to me. She's tall with curly brown hair. She turns and glances at me with a smirk.

"Oh my gosh! Ela!"

She whines as she pulls a sweater over her head. I roll my eyes in annoyed. I glance around the room out of boredom. The Orphanage was a remote quiet place in Medford,Oregon. I've been almost everywhere, in every orphanage,and with almost every family. And thats why its always been my passion to live anywhere but here. I glance at the door that held 30 bunk beds as it swings open, and Lilana walks in. She was a small, short, and punk-type-of-girl who was always looking at things with interest.

"Ms.Daphney wants us downstairs in the kitchen in ten minutes."

She says to me and Makayla. I don't say anything.  Ms.Daphney was the house holder of the Orphanage. But between you and me, she's full of bullshit. Always making us clean up a house, she bought. I feel something thump against my arm and hit the bed with a soft thud. I glance down at Makaylas' brush.

"Thanks!"

I say, my face brightening into a smile. I pull myself to my feel and stroll towards the two bathrooms thirty girls have to share, and close the door. I pull off my nightshirt and the cool breeze brushes my skin like a feather, and I shiver. I pull a shirt over my head, and then pull on some denim jeans. I take out the elastic that holds my hair together and let my long,strawberry-blonde hair flow down my back and encircle my waist. I run the brush through my hair, and then pull it all back into another high ponytail.

"Ela! Get yo ass out here!."

I heard Ms.Daphney's voice pierce the walls of the bathroom. I sigh, a heavy deep sigh and yank open the door.

Ms.Daphney was a short, chubby woman, who was always scowling. I don't meet eye contact as I breeze past her into the hallway. The house was built for two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a dining hall, and one master bedroom. Amazingly, one room was able to fit 30 beds in it, and she took the master bedroom. We had the basement as well, but we were only allowed to go down there for special occasions, or unless we were allowed to go down there.

"Damn you. Always taking so long in that damn bathroom."

I hide a scowl and enter the dining hall. The thirty girls all crammed together in the dining hall at one long oak wood table. They all look up when I walk in and I throw them all a smile before seating myself next to Makayla. Ms.Daphney shuffle to the center of the room and claps her hands together.

"Good afternoon ladies! I know you've just finished lunch and you're off to your chores but just a quick little announcement. Today people will be coming to visit you! And I know you have all been waiting for this day! Hoping all of you will get adopted and you all know that I want the very best for you!" 

Bullshit

"but, I also want you to know that if you don't get adopted it doesn't mean you don't have a chance. So don't get depressed. I hope we have all came to an understanding!"

She smiles, an evil looking grin, and leaves the room. The room rouses with voices from every direction. But, I stay quiet as I look at the empty space that once held Ms.Daphney. My mind raced in forty different directions as I tried to grasp the idea of it all. But, one question held still in the mass of brain waves. Would I get adopted or would I still face the fact I would suffer jumping orphanage to orphanage?

"Elana!"

A voice squeals making me jump off my train of thought. I flick my eyes to the little girl who races towards me, with her short, strawberry-blonde hair, bouncing against her shoulders. I feel  myself smiling, and my heart and arms spreads towards her. She slams into my arms, and I feel her curling into me.

"Ellie."

I whisper into my little sister's hair. She buried her face into my hair and then giggled.

"Hi Ela."

She says in a high-pitched voice. At ten years old, Ellie was always jumping around in a hyper and even sober way. She pulls away and look into my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed.

"Do you think they'll adopt us?"

She asks, her eyes sparkling with hope. My heart sinks as I try to pull the hope from her to me.

"Hopefully, Elephant."