Still Denise's POV~
I jolt awake. We seemed to have stopped at a petrol station on the highway.
"Where are we?" I ask nervously.
"Well we have stopped for petrol and a snack. Would you like anything?" one of the men ask me.
I think for a minute.
"Just a Marsbar please," I say with a cheesy smile.
I have so many questions to ask but I don't know how to ask them.
What's the time? How far away are we? Where is this place?
Then, without warning, I hear a males voice in my head.
"You'll be okay. You'll be here soon enough."
I try to 'talk' back.
"Umm...who are you? And why can I hear you?"
I get the 'reply' almost instantly.
"You'll find out soon enough."
What is going on?
As I drift back to sleep, I begin to hear another message.
"I'll be seeing you in a couple of hours. Don't you worry. Just go back to sleep."
So that's exactly what I do.
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I wake with a jolt. It's morning outside, and I'm alone in the car. It seems we have pulled up at what appears to be the orphanage.
I check the time quickly.
8 am.
Hmm.
I open the door cautiously and shut it with a 'slam!'
I walk to what appears to be the main office building.
I decide to try out the thoughts process as I open the door and enter the air conditioned room.
"Hello? Is anyone answering?"
I ring the bell on the desk and take a seat on the cushioned bench just inside the door.
Finally, I get a reply.
"It is I. Have you arrived?"
"Yes I have."
"Wait for the lady to attend the desk. You will meet me soon enough. I have a game I play though- I will not tell you who I am. You have to figure it out."
This will be harder than I thought.
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The lady tends to the desk.
"What's your name, honey?" she says, chewing on gum.
"Denise Hunt."
She types for a bit on her computer. Then, without warning, her face drops. It's only a little, but it still makes my face drop a tad as well.
"I'm going to take you to a private office. I'll explain what's going on then. Until then, take a seat and wait."
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~~~authors note~~~
How was this part? There might be another part up either tonight, or tomorrow. Because I'm not trick or treating and I have a maths assignment to finish.
Be patient, grasshoppers!
~littlemockingjaypin
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The Gifters
Teen FictionMeet 14 year old Denise Hunt. Abandoned by her parents at birth, she calls the Cradle Oaks Orphanage her home. She was taken there to save her life. She meets six new kids at Cradle Oaks, who are in no way alike, whatsoever. The only thing they shar...
