I'm sorry I'm a day late! Gah I feel awful! I don't know why I forgot because I'm working on chapter 7.
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So, onward! It only gets better from here. If you're good at figuring things out by clues hidden within the story... Just read... :) MWHAHAHA!
Molly and I were out selling candy for awhile. It was about three when I got tired of walking around. We'd only sold $50 with in the three hours of selling. "At this rate we'll have the goal in ten days, but count school into that..." I mumbled.
"Echo, don't worry," Molly assured me. "We'll be done in no time."
I nodded and we walked up to an old apartment building. "How about I go start my half?" I suggested, not wanting to go into the creepy building.
"Well, I guess that would be okay," Molly murmured. "Just don't go too far."
"I won't," I told her. Molly headed inside and I walked down the street a little ways. As I passed an alleyway, something caught my eye. I turned to see nothing but a dumpster. I'm not sure what I thought I saw, but I do know it was purple. I continued down the street, with an odd feeling I was being followed. I stopped at a house, glancing back to see nothing, I knocked on the door. A man answered it. "Um, would you like to buy some candy to raise money for the orphanage?" I asked.
"Sure," the man replied. I handed him the order form for him to look over. After a moment he handed it back and shut the door. He'd ordered five boxes, a lot for one house. Usually one house ordered three at most.
I started back up the street as Molly came out. "Okay," she said. "That's about fifteen boxes..."
"Twenty," I corrected her.
"Right, twenty boxes. Let's see that's..." she paused for a moment, doing the math. "A hundred dollars. Wanna call it a day?"
"Yes," I said immediately. I glanced over my shoulder as Molly turned away. There was, just for a brief moment, something standing a few feet away. I moved closer to Molly as we headed back to the orphanage. Black clouds began to move over head the closer we got to the orphanage. As we walked in it began pouring rain. Odd, I didn't realize it was suppose to rain.
"Back so soon? How much did you sell?" Ms. Ceader asked.
"A hundred dollars worth," Molly replied.
"And how much of that did Echo sell by herself?" Ms. Ceader pressed.
"Twenty-five dollars," I said.
Ms. Ceader crossed her arms. "I guess that's fine for today, but go to your room. No one else is back and there's no reason for you two to be out here."
We headed up to our room. "I can't believe I'm going to be stuck with that ignoramus for the next eleven years," I muttered.
Molly rolled her eyes. "You're not going to be stuck with her. I'm sure you'll be adopted before your thirteenth birthday. I mean who wouldn't want you? You're smart, funny, nice, and who wouldn't want a seven year old who uses words like ignoramus?"
"Apparently my parents," I said. "And I can bet I won't get adopted before thirteen. And then after that comes I'll never get adopted!"
So thirteen is like an imaginary cut off for being adopted. No one wants to adopt a teenager. The proof? Ginger, Abigail, Jenny, and Molly. All of them are teenagers and not one person even considered adopting them. After you turn thirteen, you basically know your future. You're stuck in the orphanage until you graduate high school. Those who don't stay in the orphanage after thirteen aren't adopted, but they run away. That's what I plan to do, though I'll never tell Molly. I'm going to run away and lie on the streets. Molly would be an adult by then and I won't see her anyways so why bother even telling her.
Molly sighed. "Echo, do you wanna hear a story?"
I plopped down onto my bed. "Why not? Not like there's anything better to do."
Molly sat down on her bed and closed her eyes for a moment. I really liked Molly's stories. She had almost perfect memory. If she saw something, or heard about something, she could give any detail to it. It took her a moment to gather the memory though. I wish I was a telepath so I could peek into her mind to see what it looks like. I bet it's full of books with every memory she's ever had, each in full detail and reading it was like I was there.
"Okay," Molly said. "Echo, I was eight when you were dropped off here. Meaning you were one year old. You know that, but I think you should know exactly what happened that day."
"Like with my parents?" I questioned. Molly nodded. I never even considered the fact that Molly was here when my parents dropped me off. Her mom died when she was four and her dad was such a wreck, he gave her to the orphanage and killed himself. She was only five when it happened, but when she told me that story it was like she had only lived it moments before.
"So, it was a warm, breezy, autumn day. The time was eleven fifty two when the main doors opened. A woman and a man walked in, there was a baby girl in the woman's arms. The man had blonde messy hair, blue eyes, and he wore an odd kimono. It was black with strange white symbols on it. And the woman had brown, braided hair and bright green eyes. She wore some kind of an adventure's outfit, a kaki shirt with a bunch of pockets and green jeans. Anyway, it was about five minutes before they finally handed you over to Ms. Ceader and left." Molly opened her eyes and looked to me.
I didn't know what to think. I always thought my parents came in, handed me straight to Ms. Ceader, and left. I looked down at the green carpeted floor. It never occurred to me that they may not have been able to care for me and how hard it could've been on them. "So, do you think I'll ever see them again?" I asked.
Molly shrugged. "It's hard to say. A lot can change in six years."
I sighed and looked out the window. The storm was gone and the city seemed calm. A thought occurred. "Molly, where were you when all this was happening?"
"Well, I was eight, and there was nothing to do, so I was just reading in the main hall," Molly replied.
"Oh," I mumbled. Suddenly there was a shriek from downstairs. It sounded like Ginger. Even though Molly and I didn't care for her, we jumped up and dashed out the door. Only after we got downstairs did I realize I shouldn't have left. There, holding Ginger by the neck, was a big, purple snake. And he smiled. Right. At. Me.
Bam-what! Lol! I left you at a cliff hanger. It's my favorite kind of cliff. All the other ones I usually fall off of... Which reminds me. Warning: Do NOT follow in my foot steps. I tend to walk into walls and off the occasional cliff. So review, don't flame, and I really can't wait to read your reviews. Seriously, I really love reading reviews, plus half the time a simple question can help me with writer's block.
