Taylor and I had been living in this orphanage for eight years now and we had grown closer than best friends. We had become sisters along with Bree.
1: Who?
"Feeling well yet?" I asked Taylor as I was climbing into my wooden bed. "Yeah, I just faked it the last hour or two so I wouldn't have to get up," replied Taylor. "Lucky! Mr. Hushen was being extra mean today!'' I said with a yawn. "Night" Taylor and I mumbled in unison like every other night I could remember. My head hit the pillow and I fell asleep.
We all have jobs here at the orphanage in the summer unless you're under nine years old. Mine is to take care of some toddlers, Taylor is less fortunate. She has to work in the stables. I would have had to but I'm allergic. My job fits my personality because I LOVE kids, but they can be a handful sometimes. The jobs we have just add to the number of things we hate about this place.
As Taylor and I got up to go to our "jobs" she startled me with a question, "Have you ever thought of running away?" "No, we have shelter, food and a room together here," I said realizing it could be better. In almost all the movies I watch that's what the poor person says, not the rich. "True but…" her sentence was interrupted by the bell that meant somebody wanted to adopt someone. We put on our clothes and raced to the main room not wanting to get in trouble. Luckily we made it just in time. The young couple was asking questions but I couldn't pay attention because I was to surprise that someone might actually get adopted.
About an hour latter Mr. Hushen came into the playroom as I was playing with the kids. When he was finished I rushed out to Taylor in tears. "Reagan what's wrong!" she asked dropping her pitchfork. "They want to adopt me!" Taylor looked startled. All she did was stare "Tay!" I said to get her attention then dropped my voice to a whisper "We have to run away! I don't want to leave you…..or Bree." "Reagan we can't bring Bree she'll slow us down and she is just be another mouth to feed" she stated. Bree is a five year old we shared a room with. She was as small as a three year old and had blond hair like me and Taylor. She had the greenest eyes that looked at me; her eyes told me she depended on us. I knew we couldn't leave her.
"Tay, she needs us! She would be crushed if we left her." Realizing that I was right, she asked, "When will the come to take you?" When she put it that way it scared me even more. "In a week," I answered numbly. "Perfect! Enough time to get ready, tell Bree, and gather food," was her reply. "I better go before I get in trouble," I said meekly as I left the stables.
