Look at me, Little One.

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*Benjamin's Pov.*

"Benny, for god's sake, wake up."

I opened my eyes to find Zachary hanging down from his bunk, dressed in an all black catsuit that I have absolutely no idea where he got from. He had a sack slung across his shoulder and was holding up another catsuit.

"You're seriously gonna run?" I asked, incredulously.

"What do you think? I'm telling you, there's something strange with those two, I can feel it." He hissed down at me.

I took a peek at the clock by my bedside. It read 3:10.

Oh, how wonderful. Three o'clock in the morning and my best friend was about to run away from his orphanage. Then, it suddenly dawned upon me why he had a second catsuit.

"You're not thinking---"

"So, are you coming with me or not?"

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Ok, let's back it up a little. This afternoon we got back from the field trip, and while we unfortunately weren't placed in the same group, I managed to sneak myself into Ryan and Zachary's section of the bus and sit with them. I guess all the teachers and chaperones were pretty worn out by a day of watching over hyperactive kids climb up and down the lines to various rides, because not one of them even bothered to bat an eye at me. Most of them had headphones on and eyes closed, others wore a dazed look and had their heads against the window. Only the kids were still chatting excitedly.

It was irresponsible of the adults, but heck, I'm glad for the occasional irresponsibility from them. It gives kids like me a chance to slack.

Zachary told me the full story on how much Charlie bloody Chapman annoyed him, but I could tell there was more that was on his mind. Seriously, Chapman was a nuisance alright, but not nearly enough to make Zachary look like he just saw Satan dance on a table wearing a pink tutu.

"What's with that face? Got busted by the teacher?" I raised an eyebrow questioningly. Ryan on my right nudged me gently with his elbow to get my attention.

"He saids there was a couple of girls who found his glasses and gave it back to him. And he thought it was creepy."

Ryan rolled his eyes lightly, clearly not very convinced by that saying of Zachary, and I agreed. It sounded like a ridiculous reason to look so... disturbed, and Zach usually wasn't this kind of kid that made a huge fuss out of everything.

Well, except for food. Cafeteria and orphanage food was another story.

"It's not getting my glasses back that's creepy, Ryan. Keep your nose out of this," Zach muttered irritably.

"Tell me," I replied. Ryan's summarized version clearly wasn't the whole story, and if I was going to figure anything out, I was going to get it from Zach.

"These two real tall girls came up to me and said they found my glasses, one of them with blonde hair and the other one with black hair. I asked them how they knew it was mine, they said they live near our neighborhood and saw me around a few times. But I don't get it--- how do they remember my glasses so well? How did they even know I was at the park? It's not like I have a name on the glasses or anything... round black glasses can belong to anyone..."

Zachary looked uncomfortable, his brows furrowed. I decided to change the subject to getting my laptop back from Ms.Lisa and Miss Ruth when we got back to the orphanage, Zach took the chance and diverted Ryan's attention off the subject as well. We spent rest of the busride discussing how we could convince Lisa into shortening my technology ban.