It was a normal day, just like any other day. 6:30am. Irene was making her way slowly down the long monochrome hallway of the orphanage to her usual perch on the balcony. She sat there in her spot, breathing in the fresh morning air and letting the bright sunlight shine on her pale making it glow, like the embers of a fire. Irene sat there, listening to the birds chirping and admiring the lush green, gardens down below.
7:30am. The bell rings out signaling that breakfast is ready. As Irene takes one last deep breath of fresh air before the hallway floods with hundreds of perfectly done up primadonna girls.
Just then something strange caught Irene's eye. A small jet black unfamiliar car approaching the entrance of the orphanage. Irene assumed that either someone was going to be lucky enough to get adopted, or someone was unlucky enough to be getting dropped off.
As Irene made her way down the grand staircase that was made of hard, dark oak wood, every step left out a loud creak. The sound of the staircase was drowned out by the voices of a hundred cackling girls.
When Irene reached the end of the long staircase, she saw her.
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The girl in red.
Kısa HikayeEvery morning, day in day out she would be found there, perched on the balcony, looking out at the lush, green gardens below. That was until the fateful day when everything changed.
