Rhea Prince (Book 3, Ongoing)

The Visitor

Rhea Prince was an interesting little girl to say the least. She was an orphan who had strange powers. She was the only orphan to have these strange powers. It was something she loved about herself but also something she hated about herself. People don't like others who are different, she knew that all her life and having these stange powers didn't help her at at in that regard. She grew up on the poor side, having lived in an old orphanage her whole life. All the clothes she ever had were passed down from one orphan to another. She never had new toys, new supplies, new.. Anything. She knew nothing about herself or her family... zero. Sometimes she considered that lucky, she didn't wish for her parents to magically appear or believe that her family didn't actually disappear and probably die. Those were for the kids that had more than just abandoment issues.

Those kinds of beliefs were wrong and if you started whinning about your problems, you would get yelled at. Every couple months there would be new orphans that arrived. They would complain and would immediately have a talk to by some of the older kids. It became boring and you heard the same thing the entire time. There were kids from all over the world, some were babies that were left on the street, kids that were forced to leave their house because of abuse, kids that came out of the correctional facilities, kids that are always then first as foster kids, kids that are always ignored by parents willing to adopt or foster and more. She was one of the kids that was abandoned when she was a baby.

All she knew about herself was her birthday and her name. She was born on February 26th and would be eleven tomorrow. Birthdays weren't anything important at the orphanage either, there weren't any double birthdays (one for when you were found and another for your actual date) it was just a usual day. Any fairytales of presents, gifts, money or just a nice attitude for the day were immediately ignored.

She shared a room with fifteen other girls in her age bracket. Once she turned ten last year she was immediately roomed with some older kids. Boys and girls were supposed to be seperated by practice but there were always older boys or girls that would sneak into rooms and do.. Well what older kids do. There were others that would mess with some of the younger kids, usually the ones that weren't blonde, blue eyed or stereotypically 'English' which included her. Puberty hadn't fully hit her yet but she had to wear a bra last summer, older girls suspected she would hit puberty in about a year or so. She was always the girl that boys would pull hairs or make fun of appearances.

She thought that just meant they were being jerks but older kids said that's just when boys have a crush on you. She didn't like that being mean meant being loved. There were a lot of problems with the kids at the orphanage. The matrons never separated kids which was both a good and bad thing. It meant that all of us were considered 'equal' but when some kids had gone through worse thing (like abuse) it meant that their ideas of kindness were twisted. She heard a lot of different horrible things that happened to kids but it also opened her horizons. She realized that even though she didn't have a lot, she never had parents that did bad things to her like others would say.

But back to herself, Rhea. She was weird and an outcast. She had 'powers' and was called a 'witch' on more than one occassion. She could make things float around the room, when she's angry class would crack and utensils would bend, she would dye older kids hair different colors and could push people out the room without even touching them. She was an oddity and everyone knew it.

Older kids would ignore her while younger kids would be enchanted by her, well until they became old enough to listen to bigger kids and run away from her. Matrons would ignore her and she would spend most of her time alone thinking... It wasn't until her birthday that she realized what she was.

It was the morning of February 26th when all of her fellow orphans were downstairs eating. It was the usual schedule, where all of them had to sit down at long tables and eat with different age groups. Once you reached the age of ten, the matrons and other kids gave up on you and adoption/ fostercare was less applicable. So the responsiblities increased. Her fellow... now eleven year olds were in charge with the one year olds. Rhea spend most of the time feeding picky eaters with a bottle. It wasn't until the eldest matron, Muriel had called her over.