The nuns escorted us to the dining hall for lunch. We were served tomato soup and a slice of bread. I really hated it here except for the food. The head chef was a caring old woman named Marnie. She was one of the only adults in my life that was friendly . She noticed how maltreated I was. So sometimes she would slip me a cookie, or a small piece of cake.
I remember once when Marnie was serving my lunch, she gave me a bag of Cracker Jacks. When I took it from her hand I felt her wrinkled skin. It was old and thin, but it was incredibly soft like a linen sheet. Some times I just wish I could use skin as blankets and sheets. I always have these thoughts about comfort. I'm not comfortable in my own skin, so I want to know what other peoples are like.
"So do you know what room I am staying in.", Holly asked taking a bite of her bread.
"Well you are obviously staying in the girls hall. How old are you?", I said slurping my soup.
"I turned twelve two months ago, on October 3".
"You might stay with the older girls depending on how much space there is left, but if not you will have to stay with the younger girls.", I stated wiping my mouth.
Holly and I finished up lunch and she has the nuns show her around. Went back to my room and took a quick nap. When I was awoken to attend a assembly. At the end of every week the nuns put on a movie, or make the children in the acting club put on a play.
I walked in the auditorium and sat in the back row. I looked around watching all the kids pour in, searching for Holly. She looked at me and scurried to the seat next to me. We waited for the lights to dim until I told her my plan.
"So listen Holly, every assembly I sneak out and go into the library to read. Would you want to join me."
"Yeah, sure it beats this boring play.", she giggled in a whisper.
We snuck out of the assembly room, and headed towards the library to explore the dusty shelves of St. Mary's Home.
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Empty Space
FanfictionJohnny (Bloody Face Jr.) was given up by his mother Lana Winters. He has been put up for adoption. No one will adopt him, knowing who he is, so he goes through life knowing only of his father and only meeting his mother once on the playground. This...
