Wishful Thinking

One

I used to think that there's a God up there, shadowing us, to swoop down and save us from our mundane acts. If I've learned anything from the last few months, it's that I've been totally wrong.

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My life isn't simple, that's all I can say. But then again, whose life is? I'm probably just the unlucky one I suppose. I'm pretty sure I lost everyone, but that's probably my dark thoughts surfacing in my head. It's like a tsunami. It comes in waves, unpredictable and causes chaos while leaving a mess behind, but in my case a wicked headache. 

How I ended up in a tolerable hellhole is a pretty basic story. My father passed away before my seventh birthday and my mother was declared unfit to raise me just months after his death - most likely didn't give a crap about me - which forced the authority to snatch me up and place me with the other unwanted and parentless children. But in some way, I'm kinda happy because I met my roommate and forever my nonrelated sister Julie Evans, who understood me better than anyone and made me feel loved. 

I met Julie when I first arrived at Oatley Orphanage House. A jerk named Max shoved mash potatoes in my face during lunch, getting it on my hair and in my nose. I felt humiliated, I ran out of the room and hid in a closet with tears blurring my vision. What felt like hours, the closet door opened and a girl with black braids and pale skin with freckles covering her face looked down at me. I didn't want to be humiliated again by being seen crying in a closet. "Go away" I whimpered not facing her. I could still feel her gaze on me, it took a while until she spoke.

"Max is a bully" She sat next to me but still kept a distance. "I dealt with him don't worry. Anyways. . . Are you new here? I like your hair, it's so cool!" Pointing out my braid, which confused me since it looked like an ordinary braid. I looked at her wondering what she meant by 'dealt with him' but at that moment I didn't feel like asking, she already caught my interest. Trust was a hard thing for me. I'm easily manipulated. That's what my dad always says but at this very moment, I could feel something that made me feel a connection with this girl.

"Thank you, I'm Camila, but you can call me Milly" I offered her a smile.

"Julie" she smiled back, "I've got a feeling that we're gonna be the bestest of friends"

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The sun managed to sneak past my curtains letting the lights shine on my face, which woke me up. I slowly turn my head towards the bedside table to where the clock is and catch a glimpse of the time reading 7:03 am. I groaned with annoyance of my early wake-up and closed my eyes again trying to fall back to heavenly sleep. Light tapping forced me to open my eyes, What the Hell? can't a girl get ten more minutes of sleep! I lifted my head slightly to find where the annoying sound comes from, the sound leading me to a blackbird pecking at my window. 

"Stupid bird" I mutter while mustering the strength to grab the cushion at the bottom of my bed and throwing it at the window. It didn't hit the target but bounced off the frame of the window, it was enough to scare the bird away leaving the room quiet again. I sighed and slumped back to my bed and closed my eyes again trying to regain more sleep.

What felt like minutes the tapping returned. I wanna cry, I just wanted to sleep, Is that too much to ask for? I waited another five minutes before getting up.

"That's it, I'm up okay..gee" I tossed my quilt over and walked up to the window and banged the window, scaring the blackbird away. I rubbed my eyes and opened the curtain letting light fill my room. I glanced at the clock reading 7:39 am. I no longer felt like sleeping so I walked into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I notice my hair, It looked like a tumbleweed. I got a hairbrush from the drawer and began stroking my chocolate brown hair. When I was satisfied with the result, I put the brush away and walked back to my room. I went towards my bedside table and opened the drawer and picked a small box containing my necklace that I treasure deeply.