The Gifters

Chapter 3~ Unexpected Guests

~Denises POV~

As I walk into the small excuse of an office, I feel a powerful nudge in my gut and heart.

I have never felt that before.

"Do you know why you are here, Miss Hunt?"one of the men ask.

I shake my head.

"Ok. What you must understand is that it's better for you not to. It probably sounds like we're crazy, but we aren't. We are here to simply...save you from what could happen. We come from Cradle Oaks, and we need you to pack your things immediately."

I sit back, a look of shock creeping onto my face and a wave of emotions crashing through me like a tsunami.

I turn to the Sister. She glances back at me with a look of comfort.

"Run along now, Denise. You have a lot to do."

I nod my head and quietly walk out of the room.

I quickly walk to the recreation room and retrieve my book. I feel eyes burning into my back and realise that this will be the last time anyone sees me.

I turn briefly and look around. Almost like saying goodbye to the big, colourful room that's entertained me for the past few years.

I then turn on my heel, and walk out with my head held high.

~

I approach the dormitory walking, heaving a deep sigh.

I start to gather my belongings. I take down posters, and clean out shelves filled with little nick nacks. I take my little trunk from under my bed, filled with my clothes.

I drag it out from under my bed and place it gently on the quilt, placing my heirlooms inside.

By now the clock on the wall says it's 7:30 pm. I should probably get going soon.

I breathe in the room that was my home for four years. The smell of musk fills my nose and I grab my trunk.

An unexpected tear falls from my eye, landing with a *pat* on the floor.

I wipe my eyes and nose before I start bawling and quickly drag my trunk across the landing and out of the room.

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As I make my way back to the office, I think of all the possible outcomes for the sudden move tonight, and not tomorrow, on transfer day.

I have no possible clue that seems valid enough though.

The men lead the way to the van in the parking lot. They put my trunk in the boot of the vehicle and I let myself into the back, clicking myself in.

No one talks on the way to Cradle Oaks, only the soft murmur of the radio up the front.

I sit there, taking in the silence as I slowly....fall....asleep....

~~~Authors Note~~~

thanks for reading this part, my faithful peasants.

Until next time.
~littlemockingjaypin