Unwelcome
I looked at the enormous fence surrounding the mansion. The message was clear, KEEP OUT. The place reminded me of a prison cell disguised as a palace. It was nothing like where I grew up in Pheonix, there were happy, badly drawn pictures. On one wall, nicknamed the graffiti wall, there was 40 years worth of orphan graffiti. Little kids drew smiling, sunglasses wearing suns and rainbows. Surprisingly enough everyone respected the graffiti wall, they didn't write swear words on it, or other inappropriate things. This place was nothing like her home. It was cold, emotionless. This place might be grander, more sophisticated but it lacked the charm, the personality of my home, sure it had some bad memories there, but it kept it's secrets, it was patient and kind, it was a place I could always feel welcomed and loved. This place is so different, it's cold and unforgiving. I ached to go home, but I couldn't. Anthony took my arm and took me inside. He led me to what must be the main office where an old man was sitting at a desk.
"You can go," he told Anthony, without looking up.
After Anthony left, he looked at me and said, "hello Isabella, welcome to Wammy's."
He looked kinder than Anthony, but he looked at me with worry, "it's Bella, if you don't mind sir," I told him, not knowing why I had called him sir.
He looked rather amused, "I don't mind, but it's Roger if you don't mind. However at this orphanage you will have an alias."
"Okay."
"Do you know why you're here?"
"No."
"You have a younger brother with the alias of Mello. You were left at Embly orphanage, while Mello was left at another orphanage and he eventually made his way here, when it was found out that he had a sister, it was decided that it was unethical to keep the two of you separated. Mello we, of course, couldn't send to Phoenix because that would any chance of him ever becoming L.
"Who's L?"
"He's a detective and this orphanage is for talented children who have the potential to succeed him."
"So this is basically an orphanage for super geniuses?!"
"Yes."
I felt a feeling of dread build up in me, I'm not a genius. What would they do to me when they found out. Then I realized that they probably already knew, which would explain why Anthony was so mad.
"Please, choose an alias."
"Nobody," I said, because that's how I felt.
"Alright, Anthony please escort to advanced calculus," and I realized that he had come back into the room.
Anthony led me through the grandly decorated halls until he came to what I guess was the advanced calculus room.
Inside, the students stared at me as Anthony explained my presence. Most looked just curious until they realized I wasn't here because I was talented like them, then they just glared, especially one blond guy who looked like it was a personal insult to him that I even existed. But some didn't look mad, someone with scarlet, obviously dyed hair was too absorbed in his video games to notice me, another guy who was even paler than him, my dearest Edward, with bleach blond hair just looked empty, but this one girl with light brown hair looked really excited to see me.
"Well then Nobody," the teacher said, spreading out the word to make it very clear to me, just how insignificant I was, "sit over there, don't interrupt and try to learn something."
I sat in the corner where he told me to and I looked at his eyes.
His eyes made it very clear to me what he thought of me, 'You shouldn't be here you insignificant little nothing, you're just taking up space that could be occupied by the next L, you are not welcome here.'
