The Lost Black

Vindemiatrix Black has lived in Wool's Orphanage for as long as she can remember. She doesn't know anything about her history beyond her name, and the horrible people that she had to call her blood relatives. During Vindemiatrix's time at the orphanage, things had steadily gotten worse. Aside from the fact that it was in a bad part of town, the women in charge of it wanted nothing to do with the children there, beyond making a profit off of them. She was desperate for a way out.
A/N: This is my first story, so I'm not a very experienced writer. I appreciate any feedback I can get :) Also please be patient with my slow updates, school is hard guys.