Okay, i decided to redo this to. Forgive me! I just..didn't feel a "flow" and I have learned a valuable lesson from this.
ALWAYS write a draft. Yeah...that might have helped alot with most of my stories...heh heh.
But anywah, ( why do I like spelling it like that? it just sounds more fun to spell it like that I guess) Okay, I need to improve I think I am kind of improving...eh.
Now let's get on with this!
Amaya wasn't like everyone else in the orphanage- she wasn't a cute adorable red headed girl nor a adorable little blonde hair boy with blue eyes, instead of that she was black haired, blue eyed and had freckles, but you could barely see them, because they were so small.
Unlike other childern, she always covered her right eye with her black, straight shoulder length hair. That was proably why she was never adopted...no one wanted a child clouded in mystery, not even the theives that usaully adopted the childern at the orphanage, they simply wanted someone innocent and easy to trick...Amaya wasn't any of those things,instead she was clever smart witted and knew of the real world...and yet something in her refused to stop dreaming- dreaming of a family...but she knew..oh yes she knew that no one would want her...She felt like that girl..in the movie that mother used to show her...She remembered the name,The Rescuers. It was about two little mice who saved a girl named Penny, who ran away from the orphanage she lived in. (or more like kidnapped in her opinion.) and was forced to find a diamond by an evil vile woman, who she forgot the name of.
But always thinking of that movie..it gave her hope, because in the end, Penny was adopted. It always made her happy to think of that ending..it made her smile right now, while she was sitting at the window watching the gray dreary sky it was such a sad yet beautiful sky.. In fairy tales, people always get saved...
An idea.
No, she simply couldn't do that! This wasn't a simple Disney movie or a stupid fairytale! This was reality! If she were to get in trouble..or die..or something bad where to happen no two mice and a gang of animals would save her...nor would a prince charming...and yet the idea still lingered while she slowly walked to bed and sat on it, still staring out the window. She couldn't run away..it was to..to irrational, and only something a child would do..but..she bit her lip, a very strange habit, (or so she told herself.) and looked out the window it..it would be..so irrational..so stupid..but maybe...just maybe...someone would save her, she knew it wouldn't be two little mice..but someone would save her...Just like in a fairytale...and just like in that movie...Penny got adopted...and maybe she could to..she looked away from the gray sky and to the rows of beds and the blank confined walls of the bedroom which the children slept in...was when going to be here all her life? Looking at the gray walls of RainyVille orphanage? No. She couldn't bear the thought of it.
That's why she had to do it. Just like all ideas it started with thoughts and ended with an out come, but in between there was a plan...and faith.
Faith is a blue bird we see from afar. It's for real and as sure as the first evening star.
You can't touch it, buy it or wrap it up tight, but it's there just the same, making things turn out right.
Mother used to always say that, especially after her father left...she sighed, if she didn't hurry she'd be late for supper and wouldn't get a thing not a single crumb. She quickly rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind her,leaving the empty room to it's own company.
Rushing down the stairs,hoping not to be late like she had been for the past few days, luckily today, she made it just in time, and was the second to last one there, a little boy followed her after.
The only thing that was left was a plate of mashed potatoes and a biscuit.
Which in her eyes was a grand feast, she looked around the room taking in the details of the big windows and peeling paint, she looked towards the young boy who had rushed in behind her, he was no more than five, and Amaya, was stalling, it was something thing she always did, she didn't quite know why. The boy rushed past her took the plate and joined the other children and the two nuns who ran the orphanage to say grace and eat, the head nun, Sister Pricklington, gave her a glare a pointed toward the stairs, she nodded quickly turning away from the table and running up the stairs.
She ran toward the bathroom, today was bath day and just like dinner it was first come first serve, so she was the first one there. After showering for ten minutes she ran her fingers through her hair and was off to the bedroom she went, her black hair still wet and clinging to her face in strands.
After catching her breath for a moment she walked at a briskly pace towards her bed, and lay down.
Plans and ideas were forming in her head.
Tomorrow, tomorrow would be Saturday and on Saturdays the nuns took the children to the park she never went of course and that would be the perfect time to put her plan into action.
Timing was the key. Not to late and not to early, just in the nick of time.
The nuns left at 8:00 am and came back at 12:30 so she had 4 hours and 30 minutes to be exact.
She smirked, she loved a plan, she loved to feel her brain working- trying to keep up with her thoughts.
Thoughts can be tiring, just like running or walking, especially when running away from someone...and something. She sighed once again thoughts and memories of what had happened that day...being different had it's perks, and it's downfalls. She knew the children weren't teasing, but the girl didn't let it get to her...but- she bit her lip, trying to stop it from quivering- it hurts, especially at nights like these, when hope was gone and lost..leaving her completely alone.
Be brave little one, make a wish for each sad little tear..hold your head up when no one is near..
Amaya remembered that song..she always used to sing it before bed time with mommy...even though the word sounded childish, that's what she always used to call her mother..mommy.
Oh! How she missed her, she used to always call her silly nicknames with that silly accent of hers and make her laugh, especially when she called her pumpkin, or darling or cutie pie- the children where coming up, she heard there thundering footsteps,and quickly turned away from the door facing the window.
She closed her eyes, the kids wouldn't pick on her if she was asleep, so she closed her eyes and eased he breathing, and calmed down, trying to make sure she wouldn't let out the tears that were slowing building behind her closed eyes. Breathing in and out, slowly in shaky breaths. A plan. She quickly snapped open her eyes, tears slowly fell.
A plan, an idea, it would all work out.
Because Faith is like a blue bird. You can see it, but you can't buy it or wrap it up tight or even touch it.
You can only hope for it and believe in it because it's there.
Just waiting.
Wiping away the freshly fallen tears without anyone noticing, she smiled she closed her eyes,finally letting sleep take her away.
To tomorrow, amother new day.
YES! AFTER TYPING THIS THREE TIMES, YES THREE TIMES I FINALLY GET IT DONE.
The first time it didn't save the middle so I wasn't complaining, and then the second time it was the last part of this chapter and I was like-NURGH.
YOU CAN READ THAT I WAS VERY FUSTRATED , AND THEN THE THIRD AND FINAL TIME-you could hear angels singing from the heavens.
And in the second time finished the whole dang chapter...and then BAM! INTERNET DECIDES TO BE A JERK AND A FRIEND! So yeah.
Second time gave me a chance to write more about her mom, and make her more like other kids, even giving her and her mom a little special saying and a past made it just more..realistic? I don't know,but I can already imagine character development, and memories and parts if the story-and just so MANY DANG THINGS.
Okay, but anyway guess the quote and you get a honorable mention! He he! Oh! And to my two first reviewers, sorry I edited it and changed it A LOT but please forgive me! *Bows on respect* please review, they make my day better! Thank you! ^^
Paca!