"Ahem," I heard a tiny voice behind me say. I turned around to find Anna smiling at me with a teasing glint in her eyes.
"I saw that," she said, wagging her eyebrows dramatically.
"Saw what...." I trailed off with a bland tone.
"That," Anna stressed, "the attraction."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied casually, busying myself with adjusting Anna's pillow.
"I saw it. All of it," she replied, winking yet again.
"Ugh Anna you're just six years old!" I whined, with an incredulous expression painted on my face.
"So what," she shot back."You're not -" I began but was immediately cut off by the infirmary's door swinging open with its signature creaking noise that sounded close to a dying whale. Sister Elna, one of the orphanage's nuns had entered with her eyes trained on me.
"Hey Sister Elna, what's up?" Anna's little voice greeted. "Hello Anne-"
"It's Anna! A-N-N-A,"
"- I hope you feel better. I came here to send Pearl a message."
I raised my eyebrows, and Sister Elna addressed me with a warm smile, " Mrs. Wallaby has called you to her office. Something of great importance, she says.""Thank you, Sister Elna. What about Anna though?" I said.
"I'm here!" I heard Miss Laire say from a distance away. "I can stay and check on her too," Sister Elna said reassuringly.
"Hmm okay then," I said. I pecked Anna's cheek and instructed, "Nothing naughty while I'm gone okay?"
"Okay," she replied, with a heart-melting toothy grin.I turned around and approached the door to leave when Anna's voice stopped me. "Pearl?" she called.
"Yes?" I replied, facing her.
"Raymond Winchester," she whispered loudly, with her small hands cupping around her mouth. I rolled my eyes and left.*
Mrs. Wallaby's office was situated on the second floor of the Orphanage. The office wasn't too posh as one would expect out of an 'office'. It was basically a small room with everything made of wood, except for three brown leather chairs, and the opaque glass door with a plaque having 'Earnestine Wallaby' engraved onto it. Although the office was a land of dull brown, it was warm and positive, just like Mrs. Wallaby. Sometimes I would invite myself to her office just to revel in its cozy interior and peace.
I approached the glass door and tapped on it. "Come in," Mrs Wallaby responded. I opened the door and made my way in.
"Ah Pearl," she said, "Come, my girl, sit here." She motioned to a small chair besides her. That chair might have probably been brought in for me, and I wondered why.Taking my seat, I politely greeted the gentlemen. My pulse quickened a notch when my eyes met those familiar brown ones which were flecked with green. I glanced away in embarassment, and finally returned to Mrs Wallaby with tons of questions buzzing my mind.
"Mr. Winchester has decided to adopt a child," Mrs. Wallaby said, abruptly interrupting my train of thought. I nodded my head, wondering why she was telling me this. The adoption business was usually handled by Mrs Wallaby alone and I wondered if she suddenly wanted to get me involved. I waited for her to say something further, but an awkward silence filled the room.
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The Twist in Our Fates
Teen FictionPearl was left at the Virgefall Orphanage when she was a baby. She is now seventeen years old, and still at the Orphanage helping out head administrator, Mrs. Wallaby take care of the kids. One day two rich, mysterious men- the Winchesters appear a...