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The fourteenth of July was not any different from every other day in Cassius Morgan's life, or so he thought. The boy stayed upstairs, in his room, in the East Wing of Little Darlings Orphan Home. Alone on his bed, with his favourite book, Peter And Wendy, in his hand, the eleven year old boy tried to read. However, the cacophony of the other children's voices kept disturbing him. He would have thought he would be used to it by then, and yet, it always seemed to be affecting him. Peeking out the window, he saw the other children playing in the yard. Most of them were younger than him. The rest of the ones his age had already been adopted.
"Cassius!" Madame Greta shouted from downstairs, "there is a letter for you!"
Cassius was baffled, to say the least. He never got mail. He did not even had any friends who would write to him. He was not sure to be happy, or wary. Hurrying downstairs, he noticed an envelope in Madame Greta's hands. She was looking at it strangely, as if inspecting it. Once she saw him, she handed him the letter, but did not go away. She waited for him to open it. Cassius thought it was quite rude of her. If she had to read it without his permission anyway, she could have just opened it herself. Slowly, the young boy opened it.
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Cassius was not sure what he was expecting, but this was certainly not it. However, he was not all that surprised either, since it made quite sense. He had always been a bit peculiar. He had broken vases, without so much as a touch, when he was angry, made the weather more rainy than usual when he was sad, and made flowers bloom when he was happy. Of course, all that contributed as to why the other children, staff and parents steered clear of him. Most of them thought he was possessed by a demon.
"What is this nonsense?" Madame Greta exclaimed, taking the letter from his hands. She was furious, her hands shaking as she read the letter again and again.
"Is this a joke?" She asked him.
"Well I wouldn't know, since you never let me out of this place," he replied harshly.
"Very well then. To your room," she ordered.
"My letter."
Cassius extended his arm, awaiting to be given his letter. Madame Greta, however, had other things in mind as she ripped the letter up in front of him.
