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"Okay! Miss Singh, here are the papers. Just sign wherever it says signature at the bottom of the page. After you're done reading it, of course." Miss Diana said, in her usual, perky voice. I looked at the amount of papers Lilly had to sign, then back at her. I looked back at the papers again, and let out a deep groan. Lilly noticed and chuckled under her breath, and Miss Diana gave me an apologetic smile. It's such a shame she only worked with the kids from ten and under, and only got hired about a year and a few months ago. I would've loved to have someone to actually care about my wellfare. Well. Not my problem anymore.
The room we were situtated as had very drab grey walls, cube shaped, and white curtains, of course stained by the dust. A mahogany table in the far left corner at the front of the room, with a rocking chair. A door with crying hinges whenever opened, was directly opposite the mahogany table and rocking chair. Very, very old room. I can vaguely remeber it. I just remember that when my grandparents brought me here, I had to spend about one week in this room. Obviously, I fell sick under the circumstances. Now that I think more about it, my grandparents demanded I stay in this room for a week. They wanted me to fall ill, as an equivalent punishment for my parent's suicide. Which is funny, because I recall them saying I was what made them happy, and my grandparents constantly fighting with them. Well. Not my problem anymore.
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I walked out of the drab room after about, five minutes. I have a very short patience span when it comes to drab, grey rooms. I took a right into the main corridor. Those were where Molly and her serenity relatives room and the matron's rooms were. Molly and her clique are so lucky. They actually have rooms. The kids from age ten and under share rooms, but it's not as if it's so frickin packed together. You could do two cartwheels in their rooms. And I'm here, no, was, there, with a linen closet.
As I ascended up the main stairs at the end of the corridor, I was yanked to the side. On the stairs in the orphanage, there are doors leading to some halls, other old rooms, some of the matrons who wanted bigger rooms, and a few recreational rooms, surprisingly, too. "You might be leaving tomorrow, but trust me on this, you will definitely see me again." Molly. Of course. I recognize that fish breath anywhere. "Okay...Number one, get a toothbrush. Number two, cut your little witch finger nails, could you? And number three, tomorrow? Not today? Tomorrow!? I.. what? No! No.." I complained, honestly flabbergasted. Wasn't all there was to do is sign a few papers? Let me be on my way?
"Oh, you didn't know? There is this whole process where the government or some federation has to change your custody files. So yes, tomorrow. Ha!" Molly laughed, beaming at my downfall and confusion while walking down the stairs, to her room I pressume. I stood there, trying to process everything, then ran back up to the dusty, drab, grey room.
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I slowly opened the door, and walked in on Lilly and Miss Diana having a seemingly freidnly conversation. I was in the grey drab room again.. so. "Tomorrow? I have to stay here... when I was so excited to leave, until tomorrow?! It would've been lovely if one of you had decided to tell me before I got it in my head that this place wasn't my problem anymore!!" Diana and Lilly had shocked looks on thier faces, like they haven't seen anyone have an outburst before. I don't blame them though, simply because Diana has never seen me like this before, and Lilly hasn't even spent up to 24 hours with me yet. Or.. ever. I might have just blown up my chances or leaving here anytime soon. I took a few even breaths, to calm myself. In, out. In, out. In, out.
"I.. I'm sorry. I- I just have so many horrible memories here and you were my saving grace and I.." and I... broke down into tears. Ugh. Lilly to my surprise, didn't walk out. She didn't just sit there looking at me. Imediately a tear fell she was by my side. She tentatively put a protective and loving arm around me, and I instantly fell into her and weeped on her shoulder. "Sshh, it's okay, it's okay. I'm here. And I'm sorry, I completely forgot about all the mandatory regitration processes. But I promise, I'll be here at the crack of dawn, waiting for you, okay?" She assured, rubbing my back. I swear, that was the safest I have felt in years.
I sniffled back the snot threatening to fall, and said very quietly, "I love you, please don't leave me."
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Fanfiction****************************** Meet Angelica Davenport. Her parents died when she was three years old, actually, they commited suicide on her third birthday. Her Grandparents took her in, and after four years, when she was seven- they put her in a...
