I stand still which was suprising considering the fact I wanted to collapse right on the cold wooden floors, just right then. My head felt like it was detached from the rest of my shaking body. Was I going to explode? Am I dying? Am I going to transform into some mutant ninja turtle? It's not like anyone had the answers to all these qustions, infact I had no one to even ask to try to answer these things. The words recur over and over. "Ethel, we aren't your real parents."
I lay in bed as still as a statue, not because I wanted too, I had too. Moving just a tad would make the whole world wake form the screeching sound of my new iron bed. I stare at the celling, the only decent thing in the whole room. Atleast it had some chacter with little things that looked like bubbles. You could say they had a low budget when decorating, the curtains were dusty, the wooden boards creeked, and the blankets were like sand paper. I could get use to - who am I kidding? I have to leave here, now. Heading to the door a cold hand pulls my night gown. A girl, looking about fifteen, stares at me, her eyes wide. "Do you know what you're doing?" I just stare, my mouth wide open. "Infact, the better thing to ask is, do you know what their doing?" Her brown hair was tied neatly in a sation ribbon, matching the collar of her white gown. "Are you a fly trap or something? Look, I'm only trying to help you out." She mummbled, her voice coarse. I stood straight, shutting my mouth because my toungue was begginging to thirst. "Sorry, I'm new here." I replied, a little afraid of what she may say. I was suprised to hear her giggle out, her frown turning into a pink smile. "I think I'd know, the only entertaining thing here is to sit and wait for new comers then make them almost pee themselves." She grinned. "I'm Lucie and I'd like to have a family, now leave me to rest." She sinks back down under the covers without any other words to be said.
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I for one like my food somewhat warm, not freezing cold. I stare blankley at my hardly cooked...who knows what it was. I remember what a good meal taste like, a nice role slathered with ma's homemade butter and some wild chicken pa caught. "Are you going to eat that?" A older lady wearing a fitted navy dress wonders, her voice loud enough everyone turns to stare. I fumble with my fingers, it's ok Ethel, if that was even my real name. "I...I...don't like...th-this...foo-food, ma'am." I whisper, hoping she heard nothing. She yanks my hair back, hard and painful. "You aren't greatful at all, no wonder you were given up." She screams, her red face inches away from mine. "You must go stand in the corner and think about all your wrong doings." She slams a ruler down on my knuckles, unexpectly.
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