So I think I'm back but I'm not entirely sure. I've been on hiatus due to on-going happenings in my life, but I think I'm ready to start writing again. Now as to what I'll be doing with Misconceptions, that's undecided. I know I want to work on this for now and see what develops. I may come back to Misconceptions after an appropriate amount of time has passed.
Thank you, to those of you who are still here. I know it was quite a wait, but here you go. Please don't forget to review. It's greatly appreciated.
Cia never expected to become such a necessity. She never imagined the happiness of entering Wammy's, and she never expected the grief that followed her departure.
Cia stood outside of what was to become her home for the next two years. She had almost gotten away, her record was 3 years of avoiding the system. The only reason they had caught her was due to the fact that she couldn't stay full for even a couple of minutes. Cia had just finished paying for her chocolate candies before the social service workers had stormed in. Along with the police. Her struggle was pointless, as she was simply thrown into a van and taken to a strange building. That's where she learned about Wammy's House. It was the only orphanage left that would admit her. The others didn't want the trouble that seemed to follow Cia around.
She glanced up at the intimidating home once more before being herded inside by Beth. Beth was a decent women, in her 20's with freckles and a pixie cut. But she was cold. Not mean, just devoid of most emotions. Cia had tried to make conversation on the ride over, but Beth was uninterested. She spent most of her time on her Blackberry, her fingers flying over the small keyboard with inhuman speed. Not that Cia minded, though. Sometimes, she liked the silence.
"You must be Cia. My name is Roger. I run the orphanage." The man, Roger, had walked down the long driveway to meet them. He was surprisingly unintimidating, though he seemed to think he was. He stood at about a little over 5 feet, and had an important sort of aura to him.
"I am in fact Cia."
"Short for Malencia, correct?"
"Yes, sir." While Cia had no intention of getting close with Roger, she knew she needed to be polite. She needed to actually get a home to run away from one.
"Well? Do you want to come in? I can show you to your room." Roger didn't wait for an answer and proceeded to walk back up the driveway. Cia and Beth followed. The large mahogany doors opened into an empty foyer. Outstandingly, there were no kids around.
"The children are currently at their classes, that's why it may seem a bit empty." Roger remarked as he saw the puzzled expression on Cia's face.
"Classes? Where's the school? We didn't pass any on the way over."
"Right here, of course. Now, you're room is right up the stairs, to your left. You are excused from classes today, but tomorrow I expect you to follow the schedule placed on your desk. The room may seem a bit empty, but on free days you are allowed to go into town and buy whatever your heart desires. And don't forget, dinner starts promptly at 5." Roger finished his speech and walked down the hallway, most likely towards his office.
"Well, I suppose this is where we part ways." Beth had finally looked up from her Blackberry and was gazing at Cia.
"So it seems. Well, I mean, have a nice life then." Beth gave her a look.
"Cia, I know you don't plan on staying here for long." Cia gave her an incredulous look, but Beth continued on. "You should give this place a shot. Really, I think you'd only benefit from this experience. "
"I have no idea what you could be talking about, Beth." She sighed.
"Whatever you think's best. I'll be checking in on you by phone every month at the beginning, but soon it'll only be every couple of months. Here." Beth handed Cia a sleek black phone, very different from her own Blackberry.
"Keep in touch, yea?"
"Of course." Cia promised. Beth wasn't so bad after all, maybe she really would call. With one last wave, Cia headed up to her room. It was as Roger had described. Bland. It needed a makeover, something that would make her feel more at home. Cia then remembered about the phone. She took the light device into her hands and examined it. It was modern, that's for sure. It seemed expensive. Would she pay for it? That was the first thing she'd ask Beth, Cia decided, once she called her. For now, though, she decided to see what Wammy's was really about and headed down to find the dining room.
The sight was not disappointing. Children were running up and down the large room, as others sat, ate, and chatted. It was now that Cia felt a bit like an outsider. It was nothing she wasn't used to. Eventually, she chose a spot at the very back of the room. The only two people sitting there were an odd pairing. One had red hair and yellow goggles covering his eyes. He was preoccupied with what looked like a gaming device. The other looked harsher. He had straight blonde hair that came down to his chin. He was in the process of taking a bite out of a chocolate bar. They both seemed to be around her age, 16 or 17. Cia grabbed a sandwich and a water. A simple dinner for an eventful day. Throughout dinner, the boys were quiet. It was odd, for teenage boys, to not talk at all. You would've thought they'd at least exchange one word. But not a single syllable was uttered. Once Cia had finished, she lingered for a bit, watching the males seated near her. They continued to say nothing, so she left and headed back to her room. They were strange, but somehow, she wanted to get to know them.