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::Running Away::
:Truth:
Once she was completely sure they were gone, she gingerly climb out of bed. She went to take a shower to get the dirt and grim off. She couldn't remember the last time she took a real shower like this.
She had runaway five months ago. The only times she would have to clean herself were if she was near a river or found a public pool she could go for a swim in. Very rarely was she able to sneak into a school or other public facility that had showers. She reached up to feel the wound on her forehead. She didn't think she had been hit that hard, but then again it did make her black out.
She remembered that, the night before she was confronted by the other runaways she was staying with in the area. They wanted her bag. There wasn't much in it but in their world the most mediocre things could mean a lot. It was hardly a fair fight. Four-to-one. She had held her own fairly well. She probably would have won too, if that one kid hadn't gotten a rock. She figured they had taken her bag but it was worth it when she thought about how they would have to decide who got what when they split the loot.
She quickly got out and dried herself off. When she reentered the room, sure enough, just as the man had said, there was a pair of clothes sitting on the bed. It was a pair of gray capris and a light blue T-shirt. She went back to the bath room to comb out her hair in the mirror. Her wet locks hung around her face in a deep almost black color. Her now clean tanned skin glowed with the sun kissed look that most Spaniards had.
She started to wonder how she had come to be here. So far from where she started but so close to home. She was in Spain when she ran away, at her family's second home. She had some how made it to France after that and stayed there for sometime. She liked France there was always somewhere new to go, something new to see. It wasn't until about two months ago when she met some other kids like her that said there was a place they could go where they didn't have to try so hard to stay alive. Of course she jumped at the idea. Living on the streets wasn't easy especially for a young girl. The catch was that they all had to go to London.
They made it there by way of train and soon found out that this safe haven for runaways wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But it was better then no where. Sometimes the people running the place recruited kids for jobs they had. Odd jobs like being a messenger or delivery boy and other things of the like. It was obvious that they were a gang or some underground dealers but as long as no one asked any questions everyone was fine and could do whatever they wanted.
That's how she had ended up in Winchester. Her group had been assigned to deliver some messages to certain people for an unknown reason. A little more than halfway from London to Winchester was her hometown of Alton. It was too close for comfort but she knew no one would ever find her. However, she was worried about what that boy said about checking the missing person reports. She didn't know if she would be apart of Britain's missing persons considering she ran away in Spain but she couldn't be sure. Her out burst earlier wasn't a smart move for her cover either and she thought she saw the boy give her a strange look. If worse came to worse she could just run away again.
A knock came to the door and she called them in. A girl about her age came in and said it was dinner time and escorted her there. She got her food and went to sit down but paused. She looked around but didn't know where to sit. She didn't know anybody and she didn't see the boy from earlier. She wasn't really a shy person but most of the time people didn't like her and she didn't want that to happen again. The girl that brought her to dinner waved her over and she went to sit at her table.
"So, you must be new here?" the girl asked and she just nodded.
"What's your story?" a boy sitting across from her asked.
"I don't know," she lied sticking with her excuse, "I got hit on the head and woke up here only about an hour ago. I don't even know my name," she explained gesturing to her head and looking down cast.
"Wow, that's a new one. Haven't heard that one before," another boy said.
After that they explained to her how Wammy's house worked. How it was an orphanage for exceptionally smart children to better their skills and become an asset to the world one day. It sounded interesting to her and she decided it wouldn't be to bad to stay here. Her only problem was that she probably wasn't smart enough to get in. Her brother was the only one that had ever called her smart and he had died five years ago.
But that aside, her curiosity got the better of her and she asked, "Do you guys know a kid that has dark hair and dark eyes and sits kind of funny?" they looked at her strange for a minute until the girl answered her,
"I don't think we do but there's a lot of kids here. You should ask Mr. Wammy he knows everybody here."
"Thanks," she responded standing up to go look for him.
"No problem…um…no name," one boy said snickering at the end. Great, she thought, another nickname. she walked towards what she assumed to be the main office and soon found Mr. Wammy.
"What can I do for you, miss?" he questioned.
"I was wondering if you could tell me where I could find the boy from earlier. He wasn't at dinner and he is the only one I kind of know."
"He doesn't come out of his room much. It's on the fourth floor, third door from the stairs if you want to go find him but he's not very social."
"Oh, ok, thanks," she said before running off.
She wanted to find him to figure out what he was going to do to figure out her identity. She figured if he didn't come out for dinner then he would be hungry so she ran back to the cafeteria. Most of the food was being picked up by then and she was at least able to snag a red apple. Then she scurried up four flights of stairs to the forth floor. She knocked on the door but there was no answer so she waited a moment then knocked again. Still there wasn't an answer and after the third knock she stuck her head in through the door. It was really dark and the only light came form a computer sitting on the desk in the corner. It seemed all the rooms had computers because even hers had one which was unusual for an orphanage.
"What do you want?," the figure sitting in front of the computer asked. He seemed a little strange but she entered anyway, replying,
"I noticed you didn't come down for dinner so I asked Mr. Wammy where I could find you so I could bring you some food." he turned to look at her and she handed him the apple and he took it with a soft, "Thank you." She sat on the end of his bed which didn't look like it was used that much.
After a few moments of silence she spoke up, "What's your name?"
He didn't look back at her but replied, "L."
"El? Is that short for Elliot or something?"
"No, L as in the letter."
That threw her off for a minute. There was no way that could be his real name.
"L? No way. Look, if you didn't want to give me your real name and settled for an alias instead couldn't you have come up with a more believable one? There's no way L can be your real name."
"So what if it isn't. Why should I tell you my name if you won't tell me yours?" he retaliated. She was about to tell him off by saying she never said she wouldn't tell him her name but then she remembered she wasn't supposed to know her own name. He was scrutinizing her now watching her facial features. He wasn't going to get her that easily,
"Fair enough," she replied. He nodded and turned back around. He was going to be tricky, she had to watch out around him. She couldn't slip up when he was around or he would surely notice.
"What are you doing?" she asked walking over to look at his computer screen. There were a list of pictures with descriptions and dates next to them on it. "I'm looking through the missing persons files attempting to find you. Are you possitive you don't remember anything?"
"Yep, not a thing," she responded looking at the specifics on the screen. He had the files narrowed down to her description. "Have you found anything?" she wondered.
"Not as of yet," was his quick response.
"Do you need any help?"
"No. I can manage on my own, thank you, but you can stay if you want."
She just nodded and pulled up the extra chair in the room to the desk and sat there watching the screen with him. After a while the dates of the missing persons got farther away and past the date of when she ran away. She was tired and her eyes were sore from staring at the screen for soon long. She yawned and turned to him.
"I'm tired I think I'll go to bed now." He didn't respond just nodded and she walked towards the door. "See you tomorrow, L."
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