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An Orphan's Life

UPDATE: July 16, 2011 – So, I have finally been able to make this fic what it should have been and have begun the long arduous processof uploading the new versions of all of these chapters. :D I appreciate those of you who have waited and stuck it this long, or even forgot about this fic, and came back. My love is to you all. I'm just glad somebody appreciates my work. I hope you all continue to read this and "A Daughter's Will", as that will also be updated. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its licensed characters. I am but a lowly nerd who enjoyed basing this fanfiction upon them.

"Elysia Angelina Yuy. That's my name." The young girl stared at the nun in front of her, trying to hold in her anger. She had been standing in front of the nun for nearly an hour, trying to get the ticket that was promised to all eighteen-year-olds who were to be kicked out of the orphanage due to their age.

She had heard about the ticket most of her life. The ticket to freedom and a new life. The ticket to where all your dreams came true and you would never have to eat cold oatmeal again, or sleep in a small bed in a room filled with whiny children. This was the ticket that brought you a family and love, the things that all the kids in the orphanage had never experienced long enough to remember what it was like, but all knew that it was something good to have.

Elysia's birthday was today, the fifth of December, and now it was her turn to leave and gain that treasured ticket.

Except the nun in front of her was starting to get on her nerves by refusing to acknowledge her existence.

She watched as the old woman typed something into the computer on the desk, trying to remain calm as she said," I've told you this over ten thousand times."

The nun frowned and looked up at the girl in front of her, shrugging. "Well, your name is not in here… Elysia." She turned in her chair to face Elysia better and folded her hands. "Were you a runaway and just forgot you snuck in here?"

Elysia stared at the nun in shock. "I've been here since I was three years old! That stup- other lady told me I was in the database and that there was nothing to worry about." She clenched her fists, trying to contain herself. She was worried when she had walked out of the office where the head nun had handed her the papers that showed she was discharged from the orphanage. She'd had a feeling that something was going to prevent her from leaving, despite the head nun's reassurances that everything would be okay.

The old woman shrugged, not too sympathetic toward Elysia's problem. "Well, I don't know what to tell you. Your name isn't here."

Elysia narrowed her eyes at the nun, angry that this woman would refuse her the one thing that she had looked forward to all her life in the orphanage. "Well, why don't you look harder?"

The nun sighed. "I've already looked in all of our files. You simply don't exist." She leaned forward on the desk and looked Elysia in the eye. "Could you, perhaps, have gone by another name?"

Elysia slammed her hand on the desk, trying to hold back tears. "I only have one name! It's been the same damn name I've had since I first got here to this damn orphanage!"

The nun frowned. "Young lady, need I remind you where we are at? Lower your voice and refrain from such language!"

"Don't tell me what to do, lady!" Elysia cried, glaring at the nun even more. "I have had to listen to this crap all my life, and I'm not going to hear any more of it when I'm supposed to be leaving! Now, pretend I'm in the computer, and give me my damn ticket to wherever the hell you want, so that I can go on my merry way and find a better life for myself." She stopped her rant and took a deep, calming breath.

The nun narrowed her eyes at her. "Leave. Now!"

Elysia crossed her arms and stared at the nun defiantly. "Make me."

"And don't you ever come near this place again!" The nun waved a fist at Elysia threateningly.

Elysia rolled her eyes as she walked through the snow carrying her bag. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like you're really going to hurt me... Stupid hag." She trudged further down the empty road and sighed when it began to snow. "Figures. That's all I need right now." She put her bag down and sat on it, thinking.

The nun had called two men to forcefully remove her from the orphanage. She would've put up a fight, but when she saw that they had a lot of muscles, she willingly walked out.

But now she had no idea where to go. The ticket she had always dreamed of having was ripped away from her, due to lack of identity.

She pulled her raggedy jacket tighter around herself as the wind began to pick up, wondering how she was going to keep warm in this weather.

Now what was she supposed to do?

She looked up at the sky, surprised that she could see the stars when it was snowing. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, remembering the day she had been placed in the orphanage.

Her mother was taken away from her, that much she knew, but no one ever told her why. Or how.

And since she had no other known relatives, she was taken to the Maxwell Orphanage.

The stories of the place were all different, depending on whom you talked to.

Some of the kids there said it was a refuge from all the horrors of the real world. The others said that it was the horror of a good world. That came from all the older kids.

They also told her that the orphanage was destroyed a long time ago, on a colony to be exact, but some guy rebuilt it on earth, since it was closer to where he lived and that there was a greater amount of parentless children there, than on the colonies.

He was said to be an orphan himself, growing up to be a great gundam pilot and having everything he ever wanted. But this was scoffed at by most of the orphanage, believed to be an urban legend made to cheer them up.

She remembered that she had no friends there, being the only girl and three-year-old at the time. There were other girls who came over the years, but each had wanted nothing to do with her. So, she was left to herself all the time, wishing to be back home with her mother, where they would stay up late reading stories like they always did, never dreaming of living in such a cruel and unhappy place.

Alone.

Elysia watched the stars and felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Mommy… Where are you?"