Isabelle or not - The story of a teenage orphan

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Re-cap
'I'm coming!' An old , scraggly voice yells. We wait a few seconds before the door is flung open. A tall,thin woman with an apron stained with flour stands beyond it.

Her legs are long and slender, with two reasonably small, bony feet on the ends. Her hair is so white with flour you could imagine someone ruffling and a white cloud appearing above her head. She had a stern expression and a bowl under her arm with a wooden spoon in the other. Her dress was mostly covered up by flour or her flour stained apron.
'Luna Bird, Ina Bird and your older sister.' She said scanning us as if we were for lifting weights. Her voice was croaky and strict and had a 'What do you want?' Tone to it.
'Hello Mrs Oliver.' I say politely. 'You can just call me Not.' I smile but in return , get a frown.
'Not?' She questions.
'Yes ,Not.' I say smiling.
'Did I ask for an answer?' She asks.
'Erm...No.' I say in reply.
'Not? She repeatedly questions herself. 'What a stupid name!' She yells.
'Excuse me?' I ask, somewhat offended.
'That's ridiculous!' She yells.
I was expecting her to welcome us in. Luna shivers, due to the cold air.
'Toughen up, "little" girl!' She yells. Then I become protective over my sister.
'Don't speak to her like that!' I say.
Mrs Oliver turns around and looks me in the eye.
'Don't speak to me like that!' She yells in return.
I don't reply because I know it's useless to waste my time on her.
She finally leads us inside.
'Wow.' Ina says, 'This is nothing like ... what was it called , Not?' Ina asks innocently.
'Lamp head oh.' I say.
Mrs Oliver turns around.
'Your obviously not very bright!' She yells 'it's called Camp Meadow!' I feel myself flush with embarrassment.
'Now turn up your hair!' She demands giving us all an elastic band. After this I know she's one of those bossy, old English speaking ladies.
'Go upstairs.Go to the left then into the room straight ahead. If there's not 3 beds go find the right one that has 3 beds in it.' She begins, bossily, 'There are some bed sheets piled up in the corner. Make your beds. There are some pink frocks hung up. Put those on and tie the pink ribbon on the lamp table into your hair. Put a pair of the blue pjamas on each of your beds. Got it?' She asks.
We all nod and begin our list of instructions.