Yes, life in the town of Orithorn was especially ordinary.
It never changes.
Not for me anyway. It is all so simple. I wake up at 3am, prepare breakfast for the other orphanage kids, make breakfast for Madam Silitroy, serve breakfast, clean, and create a list of grociries for the aaron lady who comes by every Wednesday morning. I was to do all of this by 2pm, the time Madam Silitroy got home. I was to be out of sight before she got home, locked away in the imprisoning utility closet, next to the boiler room, in the basement. Why do I do this? Because I am a lost hope, a stupid girl who only knows what every kid must know, what they teach you in school. I must not go outside, never look out a window, never ve seen by anyone ever, no exceptions. Because I'm an Intolerable little worthless brat who must never know anything about the real world.
My world is cleaning utensils, cooking meals, and the todler sized bed in the utility closet next to the boiler room in the basement.
This life is the one I live, but I want, no need more. There must be more.
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Running with Wolves
General FictionA story about a young girl on a mission to save everything she knows, Run with the Wolves is an original fiction book with many twists and wonderous tails
