*3rd Person POV.*

Charlotte Lili Miller was only a ten year old - almost eleven. She'd been living in an orphanage since she was two years old.

Charlotte had one friend, Kelly. Kelly was Charlotte's age and arrived at the orphanage three months before her. Kelly had been adopted by a family with the surname "Granger" on March first, 1989.

Strange things happened around Charlotte. She'd realized as a small child that she could change her appearance at will. She had also realized she could do things with her mind. She could hurt people who were mean to her. She could get herself out of physical trouble. She was an extremely intellegent little girl. Of course, these are a few of the reasons that nobody liked her.

*Charlotte's POV.*

March 4th, 1989

The caretaker, Mr. Damian, didn't say a word when he grabbed my arm and dragged me to his office, where he hit me until I couldn't breathe. But I didn't scream once. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was in pain.

That was the day I'd gotten one of the worst beatings of my life. March fourth, the day I'd decided I needed to run away.

I stayed up all night that night. I ran to the kitchen and stole some food, but not so much that anyone would notice.

I silently ran back up the stairs, looked around, and hoped I wouldn't get caught.

The only adult that liked me at the orphanage managed to catch me. Her name was Mrs. Violet, she was the librarian.

Luckily, she only stopped me on my way out my second-story window. "Here, Lottie," she whispered, holding her hand out to me.

When I held my hand out, I felt a cold, metallic locket land in it. "It contain's a picture of your family. And you'll need money, so here." She said quickly, glancing over her shoulder before handing me a bag which I quickly shoved into my rucksack.

"Thank you, Mrs. Violet." I said, a bit confused.

"Good luck, Lottie." She whispered as I jumped out the window and into the large tree outside it.

I dangled from a branch for a moment before I landed softly on my feet.

My locket was dangling from my arm on its long chain. I removed it and slipped it over my head as I hopped over the fence.

I had to get away from there before I got caught.

I don't know how long I ran, or how far. But when I thought I'd gotten far enough, I sat on a park bench and waited for the sun to rise.