Her Crystal Eyes
Prologue:
"Chelsea you have two choices. Either stay here and work with us or leave." Chelsea stood at the front desk of a ratty old waiting room. Her flat brown brushed against her elbows as she eyed the wrinkled old woman standing in front of her. Chelsea's dream was to travel the world, but ever since her father died when she was only eleven she was sent to an orphanage. Her mother left her father and her a few months after Chelsea's birth.
"I guess I'll stay here. I'm only sixteen right?"
"Good choice. I had Recha already make a room for you. It's in the west wing." The orphanage was an old factory. They had given it to the orphanage as a new expansion.
Tucking her plain brown hair behind her ear, Chelsea tightens the bandana that was tied on her head. Sighing, she lifted up her tiny suitcase that only held her few luggages. Her clothes, her brush, and the tiny radio that had her name embroidered on the back.
