I sneaked into the dorm just as everyone else gone to supper. I slipped of my shoes carefully to set them next to my bed without getting too much of the carpet wet. My skin felt numb after I took of all of my extra clothing and the freezing temperature didn't bother me anymore. I propped down onto my bed with my arms as the replacement of the pillow I should've washed yesterday.
What should I do?
My hand went into my pocket where my fingers clasped over the tiny mp3 and fiddled around with its earphones. I wanted to just throw the thing out the window with everything else that Angela gave me, but I knew that this wasn't a joke.
Someone had given me these things. Someone had taken the time to mail them of and expect them to be delivered to me. Someone had done all of this, but why though?
Angela said that my uncle, grandfather, and her own father had given me most of the gifts. Why? Why had they chosen now to give me a present when they could've just ignored me in the first place? And why did they choose Angela to deliver them? Not someone with more age and experience… Did they have to have their own personal messenger do the job? It just didn't make any sense to me.
But something bothered me the most, something that I just wouldn't let my hopes get too high on:
If someone were out there, someone that maybe actually cared about me, would he or she be able to take me in? Give me a family, two loving parents, and house that I could actually call home? Would they be able to do all of that and give me a life that I actually deserve? Would they?
No, probably not.
I only have only one memory of having a family, and that memory isn't even a good one: it's too horrible, terrifying, and not something I want to think about because I was only three when it happened. Three I tell you! Three!
The knob on the door rattled and shook, violently someone was about to get in and wonder where I've been. That someone was going to be Sister Paige. I could just tell that from the way she wouldn't knock like the all the other females here. And Sister Paige was also not someone I wanted to anger…
"Open this door at once!" she hollered.
I sat up first thing and looked around at what to do. Hide? Block the door? Scream and pretend that I was being murdered? I did the only thing that would come to mind: I grabbed all the stuff that I could carry in my empty school bag, and leaped out the window into the bitter cold night. And before I even knew it, I was running down the lamp lit street followed by Sister's monstrous yelling:
"Helia Selene Neoma you get over here this instant!"
I didn't glance back but I knew that she was at my window with Elise by her side, calling out my name as though she were a sparrow.
"Selene! Come back! Please! Selene!"
'Til now do I only realize what would've happened if I turned back.
Good thing I didn't.