A 17 year old girl by the name of Nikky, sat alone on the window sill. The sound of children playing tag could be heard threw the window. She stared up at the sky as the sun was beginning to set as if waiting for something or someone to come and rescue her from the orphanage in which she lived in. She opened the window to its fullest and breathed in the nice, cold, winter air that hung around in the wind. The snow was slowly descending from the sky. Nikky leaned her elbows on the window sill as she placed her chin in her hands. She continued to stare at the sky dreamingly.
"What do you think you are doing?!" The cold, hoarse voice of their "mother" Mrs. Finnigan was heard from behind. She wasn't the most pleasant person to live with. She hates children and yet it's quite ironic how she hates children but lives in an orphanage to take care of the orphans.
At the sound of Mrs. Finnigan's screechy voice, Nikky came out of her daydream and turned to face her "mother" with a scared look on her face. "How many times do I have to tell you to keep these windows closed and to stay away from the windows so no one sees you? Look at yourself! You're an embarrassment!" Mrs. Finnigan stated as she closed the window and curtains.
She was right. She was an embarrassment. She wore an oversized rag that resembled an old, rotting pillow case. Just like everyone else in the orphanage, she wasn't very clean. Nikky hated being in the orphanage. She hated looking the way she did. She wanted to be able to go outside like all the normal kids she's seen running around. She wanted to get out of there. Nikky tried many times to escape her prison but never succeeded. She almost did the last time when she tied blankets together and tried to climb out of the window, but sure enough Mrs. Finnigan caught her before she even made it out the window.
"You're coming with me!" The tall, bony lady said grabbing Nikky's arm and tugging her to the next room for punishment. Nikky couldn't feel her fingers because she had a grip so tight on her arm that it was cutting her blood circulation.
"You know the drill. Hands on the table!" Mrs. Finnigan said as she picked up the flat piece of wood that she used to punish the children who misbehaved. The children would have to lower their underwear just a little and place their hands on the table waiting for the pain that was quickly put upon them. Nikky placed her hands in front of her on the table as Mrs. Finnigan hit her fanny with the paddle as hard as she could, leaving a red mark every time.
After the third or fourth time she was hit, Nikky had tears in her eyes. The first one only pinched, the second pinched again but after that it was getting numb and painful. After the tenth one Mrs. Finnigan finally ended the punishment leaving Nikky in tears.
"Now get to bed and I don't ever want to see you near that window again. Do you understand me?" Nikky stayed silent. "I said do you understand me or do I have to hit your fanny some more?" Mrs. Finnigan said preparing to hit again. "Yes Mrs. Finnigan." Nikky said in a low voice. "What was that?" "Yes Mrs. Finnigan I understand. I won't go near the window ever again." Nikky said. "Good now get out of my site." Mrs. Finnigan said pushing Nikky out the door.
Nikky struggled to walk back to her bed. Her fanny still hurt and was very sore. "Hey Nikky how did it go?" "Did she actually hit you?" "Did it hurt?" "How many hits did you get this time?" Questions were asked by the other children as she made her way to her decomposing bed. She laid under the only sheet she had. Lying on the cold, wet and bare mattress she slept on every night.
The mattress was very old and it wouldn't surprise anyone if there were rats living inside of it. The springs and fluff were ripped from the inside. Nikky laid there trying to focus her attention on something other than the pain from her fanny. As she thought about all the chores she had to do once she woke up, Nikky fell into an unrestful sleep.