Joey
Yeah, still me. I’m sorry, if you have a crush on Clary or something but you’re going to be stuck with me at this part. Anyway, so we went into the orphanage, blah, blah, blah. I won’t go into details. We were showed around a bit and the lady was showing us the, um, back yard I suppose? I’m not sure what it’s called. It had a playground and shit so… yeah? Anyway, in the backyard you could see the car park and I noticed Mr. Mackey’s car was still there. Also, you could easily go to the car park from the backyard. In fact the backyard was pretty big. There were trees and everything. Kind of like a park in a way. Only smaller? Yeah…
“You girls try and make some friends. I’ll take you to your dorms after lunch, alright?” said the lady.
“Mkay.” Clary and I said in sync.
When she left, I said to Clary sarcastically “Oh my god, because making friends is so easy isn’t it?”
“I know! We could hardly even make friends at our old school let alone here. That bloody wombat.” Clary replied, putting on a stereotypical Aussie accent at the last line.
I laughed. “Yeah! That god damn sheila. Thinks she owns the world! She doesn’t own shit! What a stingray!”
By the bye, if you need to know, “sheila” is Aussie slang for “woman” and I used “stingray” as an insult because that’s how Steve Irwin died. It’s sort of an inside thing between me and Clary. I have no idea if Aussies actually use that to insult people. Oh and “bloody wombat” is and old Australian insult.
We continued to talk in heavy Aussie accents and started making our own little stories about going to Macca’s, Outbacks etc. to the point we were laughing so hard we somehow ended up on the floor laughing―don’t ask, it happens so often I lost count. With me banging my fists on the ground and Clary pressing her hands to her belly. Because, you know, that’s just how great of a first impression we give people. Reason why we have SO MANY friends. I hope you got the sarcasm there.
So when I started to notice that people were looking at us, I nudged Clary and ―trying to contain my laughter―said “Clary, people are looking at us.”
The laughter finally starting to die out of her she said, “Oh, god. We’re going to be real popular here, ay?”
“Definitely,” I replied, trying to suppress another fit of laughter.
We saw an empty bench nearby and sat down, dumping our bags on the floor. The wind was blowing quite nicely and the day was actually quite pretty and so ordinary as if what happened to us never even happened at all. A nice spring day in an orphanage, after we just lost our families, friends and probably everything we used to have. You’d think it’d be raining or something. We vaguely observed all the teens, children etc. running around outside doing things not out of the ordinary. Clary was just staring out with a vacancy in her eyes, probably having some kind of spiritual talk to herself about why people take selfies or something.
I had nothing better to do so I watched her. She was about 5”4 or 160 cm unlike me I was about 4”10 or 150 cm. Not very tall. She was pretty. Her hair was a length of big brown spirals twisting down her back and her eyes were a piercing green. For some reason, I cannot even fathom, people often thought that she and I were sisters. Of course I suppose we do look alike in some aspects, we both had dark brown hair and we were both mixed. As in partly something Asian―yes, I used the phrase “something Asian” to describe our ancestry, deal with it― and partly White. Anyway, the similarities end there. Though our complexions were somewhat similar hers was obviously much lighter. She had a larger forehead, a nicer nose and a thinner face. Basically she’s god damn gorgeous and I’m usually just “adorable” or “cute”. Clary’s also a little magnet when it comes to boys. She’ll probably kill me for saying that but I do what I want, mkay?
