Charlotte
So I recently watched the movie "Annie", both movies. This is what I came up with for a story. This is my first time at a really AU story. Some characters may be out of character. Eventually this story will turn into more than what the "Annie" storyline portrays.
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Chapter 1
A beautiful brown haired woman in a long flowery dress walked up to her and said, "Your father and I love you. You are so special to us." A man walked up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, and whispered "You are safe, you are loved, and you are wise." Soon a foggy cloudy went up and covered the woman and man. Soon they disappeared.
At that instant 11 year old Charlotte woke up from in the familiar bed she had many years in the Sacramento Home for Girls. The dream was not real. A mere fantasy. She would never have anyone to say those words to her. She had always wanted to know and find her parents. Someone who would love and that she could love back and feel cared for. The only reminder of them she had was an old worn heart shaped locket. She soon fingered her at it, "Will I ever see you again?"
"Charlotte, quit dreaming." Samantha yelled out. Samantha was a black haired girl her own age. She had came up to Charlotte's bed. Charlotte had not realized she said her question out loud. She sleepily got up and sat at the edge of the bed. "I can if I want to, Sam."
"Don't worry, Samantha. Dreaming is okay." 8 year old brown haired Lily said. Other girls in the girls home soon started waking up as well stretching their arms out and some rubbing their eyes. It would be the start of a long day. The girls for sure started waking up as soon as they heard the click clacking of heels stomping through the hallway. They knew it was Miss Flynn, the head of the home.
"Oh, wake up little girls. You can't be lazing around all day. Work is to be done. It's cleaning time!" Erica Flynn came through the room with her over the top sexy green dress and black heels with her short brown hair. All the girls instantly popped up out of bed. Many wore old raggedy dresses. "What do you say?" Miss Flynn asked.
"Good morning, Miss Flynn!" The girls reluctantly said.
"Of, course. Don't sound so thrilled about, why don't you?" Miss Flynn sarcascially said.
"Charlotte's in her dreamworld again thinking her mommy and daddy will show up one day."Samantha tattled in a whiny voice. Charlotte glared angrily at her.
Miss Flynn strutted to Charlotte. "They're not ever coming, you know that."
The orphan girls were required to clean the orphanage from top to bottom. Miss Flynn usually sat in her office smoking a cigerette and drinking from a whiskey flask sneakily. She had only took on the orphanage to make money. Charlotte felt sorry for some of the girls. Many of them never knew any parents. She had heard some of them were dropped without any reminder of parents. She at least had a reminder, the locket that her parents left that indicated they loved her enough to leave it with her. She had imagined coming back and being someone famous or great.
Charlotte continued sweeping the floor and heard in Miss Flynn's office the conversation. "Really, you know I'll be there for the adoption day. I need to get rid of some these girls. They're taking too much from me." Miss Flynn talked loud into the phone. "I used to be in the matchmaking business but somebody decided to sue me. Now I'm stuck taking care of little brats. It's such treachery!" Miss Flynn complained into the phone leaning into the chair she was sitting in and then putting out her cigerette into the ashtray.
In Los Angeles Patrick Jane was getting prepared to go on as guest on the Brenda Shettrick show, a prominent daytime talk show host. He was straightening his new suit coat in front of the mirror in the backstage room. Soon a knock on the door startled him. "Come in."
The door opened and a petite dark haired woman in a black pencil skirt and jacket and white shirt with a folder. It was Teresa Lisbon, Patrick Jane's assistant. He saw her instantly coming in behind him. "How do I look?"
"Good, sir. Very professional." Teresa responded.
"Of course. Confirm my schedule for the next week." Patrick ordered.
Teresa looked down at the schedule she was carrying. She read it off. "You have Lois Henderson Monday morning at your house and lunch with the mayor at his place."
The producer of the show, Luther Wainwright came in. "You're on in five."
"Thank you."
The audience clapped as Brenda Shettrick walked out. "Thank you, thank you. Our first guest is extraordinary in his talent as psychic medium. I welcome to the show, Patrick Jane." Brenda announced.
"What are you watching?" Charlotte noticed the other girls around the TV in the den sitting on the floor.
"This guy is psychic. He can read minds and talk to the dead." Samantha explained pointing to the man on the TV.
"There's no such thing as psychics. He's probably faking it." Charlotte talked back not believing looking at the TV as Patrick Jane was doing a reading on an audience member.
"Maybe he can help you find your parents."Lily stated innocently.
"Thank you, Lily but they will come back on their own." Charlotte admitted.
"What do you think they'll be like?" Anna asked.
Charlotte sat dreamily. "My mother will be pretty and very loving. She will be strong as well.. My father will be honorable and upstanding. A lawyer, maybe."
"What if they're different?" Samantha asked.
"No matter what, they will love me and tell me it everyday." Charlotte described.
Soon Miss Flynn strutted in the den." What are you little brats watching?"
"This guy is psychic. He's really good. He talked to this lady's dead husband." Lily pointed to the screen at the woman and Patrick Jane.
"Shouldn't you watch cartoons or something?" Miss Flynn asked snidely. Then looked at the TV. "Oh, that man is attractive."
It was later in the day after his television appearance, he was in his office relooking at the file for the client he would see Monday morning. Soon Teresa came in. "Mr. Jane, what is your plan for the holidays?"
" No plans as of yet. No need for such formality. You can call me Patrick." Patrick said looking at Teresa. " Mr. Jane makes me sound so old. I've told you that before."
"Sacramento Home for Girls needs a donation. You've been giving one for years."
"Yes, I know, but I need to do something different, my dear." Patrick formulated. Teresa jumped at his sudden term of endearment for her. They had only been on a strictly business relationship. She had come across Patrick Jane five years ago after her plans for attendng the police academy did not work out.
"What do you mean?" Teresa asked.
"What if I took one of the children home for a week or so?"
"You really want to do that?" You never expressed interest in children before." Teresa wondered.
"Yes, why not? I never said I hated them." Patrick stated putting his file down.
"Of, course, I will call and let Miss Flynn know." Teresa declared.
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