Chapter 1: The Beginning
Unknown Area; 1839
It's dark and cold in the cells, the walls look like they have something wet and moist on them; like water. The floors are as cold as ice and are very dirty. I never wanted to be here; the reason I'm even here is due to the mysterious death of my mother and father when I was 5 years old and that b**** of a woman Lanita who is keeping me here in this all girls orphanage where we have to work to stay. I would rather be home…. Where I belong.
All I know is that I saw my house burn to ashes right before my eyes; the fire looked like it could have taken my soul with its desired colored flames. I remember hearing screams from people trying to escape; but no one could….I was the only survivor. It was cold and their was snow on the ground, I was barefooted and hungry; tears running down my small fragile face. I walked the dark part of London terrified as I saw strangers looking at me like they were just itching for a fight; of course they didn't. I found somewhere I could sleep for the night; a trash can that was near by. I know what your thinking a young lady does not act this way, but I was 5 and there was no where to go now. I sat near the trash can that was filled with old garbage that smelled like it was there for years; but right now it was my new home. I sat there and continued to cry with thoughts in my mind; why did my parents die? What is going to happen to me now? I couldn't even think straight, my eyes were of need to sleep, but I'm still scared to sleep with these strangers staring at me, but my eyes took control and closed; surrounding myself in complete darkness. " Excuse me dear?" I open my eyes to see a woman with dirty blonde hair and chocolate eyes staring at me worried; "are you all right dear?"; she sounded like an angel with that voice, it was pretty. I tried to answer but my throat was sore from thirst. "are you alone dear?"; again I didn't answer with words, I just nodded my head. "where are your parents?"; "Dead…" that was the only thing I could say. She looked at my face with a look of concern, then smiled a sweet smile; " you poor dear" she said as she catched a tear from falling; " my name is Ms. Lanita Blade and what might yours be?"; "Miranda….Miranda Poacher". "Miranda…what a pretty name you have." I smiled and nodded. " listen I run an all girls school and it's full of girls your age would you like to come." I was about to answer but my stomach answered for me. " I'll take that as a yes…come"; again she had that sweet smile and held her hand out and I took it being the dumb five year old I was and followed her…. I regret taking her hand that day.
_sorry if it's boring I hope you like it_