Treasure Hunt (Under Creative Construction)

4- A New Friend

         (A/N) Hey readers! So sorry i haven't updated in a while, school's back in sesssion, and i'm still adjusting to Highschool! Its so much fun, i love my english honors teacher and the extra time to do work in the morning is so helpful!

anyway i made this one longer since you had to wait so long.

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The sidewalk blurred past me as I walked to school. Once they started, I felt like the tears wouldn’t stop. My sides were all bruised from the girls kicking and punching me yesterday at my old orphanage. I couldn’t even be brushed by on the stomach without a searing pain to shoot up my side. I felt a bruise forming on my face where the head mistress struck me. It’s gonna be fun explaining that one. But the real reason I was crying was because I was terrified to go to school. I had never gone before, what if the teachers hit you like the nuns did? What if when you didn’t respect them they made you do the dishes and left you with bruises? What if there are mean girls there too? Will I be singled out because I’m an orphan?

            “Hey” a voice brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a girl standing in front of me looking concerned. “I’m crystal…” she looked worried when she saw my tear streaked face. “what’s wrong?” she asked. I took a step back, “Nothing mam.” She looked confused for a minute. “You don’t need to call me mam, sweetie. And if you are crying the way you were something HAS to be wrong.” I shook my head no, but winced from the pain where I was slapped. It seemed like she now noticed the bruise forming on my face. “What happened?? Oh my gosh is that why you are crying?” She moved to stand next to me and put her arm over my shoulder. We started walking to the school and a boy came running up to us.

            “Hey, Crystal!” He yelled, getting her attention. I looked down at my shoes not wanting anyone else to notice my face. As he got closer he noticed me anyway. He instantly looked concerned. “Crystal, what happened?” he turned to me. “Are you okay?” He tried to put his hand on my face but I flinched back. He turned back to Crystal. “Who is she? What happened?” “I don’t know, Matt. I just saw her walking by herself and she was crying. She’s barely said two words to me. I have no idea what happened, but I was taking her inside. I don’t even know who she is.” Crystal looked down at me.

            Matt looked at me and knelt down so he could look up into my face. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s going to be okay. Wanna tell me what your name is?” I just shook my head back and forth no. I didn’t want to tell him my name, I didn’t want them to know me, because then they would make fun of me when they found out I was an orphan. Matt got up and stood on the other side of me. “C’mon let’s take her in.” He said to crystal and we headed inside the school.

            When the red double doors opened I saw a sign that said ‘OFFICE” over a door on the side. But we didn’t go to the office, we kept walking down the hall until we came to a wooden door with a red cross over it. Matt opened the door, while crystal led me in. There was a lady in scrubs in a desk that was leaned over doing paperwork. A sign on her desk read “Nurse Conners”. Oh great….this is the last place I need to be, when the head mistress finds out I haven’t followed her directions… I shook at the thought of her hitting me again, or worse.

            “Mrs. Conners?” Crystal said, getting the nurse to look up at us. She first looked at Matt standing behind us, then crystal, and then her eyes settled on me. She let out a startled gasp and rushed around her desk. “ Oh dear, Crystal sit her down over there.” She pointed to a red nurses bed in the corner. Crystal led me over and we both sat down. Matt sat in one of the arm chairs next to the bed. Crystal still had her arm over my shoulder but I had thankfully managed to stop myself from crying. The nurse kneeled down in front of me and reached to move my hair off my face. I flinched back, not wanting her to touch me. “Oh honey, I’m not going to hurt you.” She said reaching for my face again, and managing to brush the hair out of my face. When she saw my bruise, she got up and walked over to what looked like a mini freezer.