Orphan Island
By, Kayla
Hello, I'm guessing you're a curious adventure or a soul lost in time and dreams like I once was, well I can promise you this story, this life of a girl so desperate to survive will be different from what you expect. My story is one that will never die and one that will never be forgotten.
My name Is Cora. I dont have a last name because I was rasied in an orphanage, I dont know who my parents are and after the hell Ive been through I can care less. All I know is that strength is a neccestity. Lifes rough but you get used to it. I feel bad for the smaller girls, our orphange is run like a prison you fight to survive. Im about 5'8" in height and have exceptional right hook. I have short roughly cut brown hair and almost yellow eyes. I have a light tan. Im thin like all the girls here. The instructor says I was a natural born fighter but I say shes full of shit. Im thriteen and yes I made up my birthday because they say it was 'unknown' I chose July fourth, Independance day (In America anyway) . I dont make friends easy and learned the hard way to never trust anyone. In two days a ship leaves for America, Georgia anyways. I cant wait to be out of this hell hole where death and muder is a daily thing.
Im ok with most the girls here but there is one who Ive hated since I was in the crib. They say were natural born emenies which is pretty much true. Her name is Rayne or 'Rain' and she is my same height and figure. She has a nasty left punch to the right kidney that drops anyone in her path. She has gray eyes and long black hair she keeps in a braid so when she spins fast enough in a fight it hits her oppoent in the face. I know hair doesnt sound like much but it hurts real bad. Rayne is pure white pale. We used to fight each other but we always ended up in a blood written draw. I learned to sleep light after she tried to smother me in my sleep. I broke her nose twice her left shin once and her right arm three times out of the various fights. She broke my right arm twice and my left one once but thats it. I have been fighting with her since I was five. We have our own personal war raging on day by day waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Well now that your up to date I have to hide shes coming.
I rushed under my bed with a cold blade in my mouth ready to strike. I knew that now was that time to strike.
Rayne walked in the scratched wood door and moved closer to my bed with a fast pace. I waited for her to step perfectly into my trap. I hide the sharp blade under my tounge almost cutting it when I grabbed her ankle.
She shreiked and kicked as I slip out from under my bed. Rayne got a lucky shot of and kicked my shoulder causing me to let go of her. I got up quickly not quite ready to release the weapon in my mouth.
Rayne started throwing punches but since she was caught by suprise she missed most of them. I went to kick her but I heard a crash threw the door, it was the head mistress who never before cared if we lived or died.
"You two" The head misstress said in her low bitter voice. Rayne and I stopped but kept an eye on each other. We nodded showing the head misstress we heard her.
"The ship has arrived early and both of you get to leave first now get the hell out you rats!" She hissed making both Rayne and I to get chills.
I raced towards the door with the shocked Rayne, she tried to tripp me twice the bitch but that didnt matter I was finally leaving!