Silence
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story
is mine.
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My eyes shoot open as I feel myself hit the hard floor with crash. All around me is movement and noise flooding my awakening senses. I rub my eyes softly trying to get them to focus upon my surroundings.
All around me is a flurry of movement. It looks as if the entirety of the Orphanage is moving before my vision. Some of the smaller children are gathering object and putting them away as others carry in dozens of folding chairs and small tables.
As the tables cloths are being carried in I remember that the benefit dinner to raise money for the Orphanage is tonight. It has completely slipped my mind.
Pushing against the hard wooden floor I raise myself to my feet. My shoulder feels sore from the fall and my neck strained from my choice of sleeping positions. Grasping the small blanket I fold its worn blue cloth and tuck it back into its hiding place beneath the aged couch.
I walk toward the stair case to the boy's rooms. My boots make a soft thumping sound against the wood. Each stair creaks, some loudly others very softly as if meekly protesting the treatment they receive.
A young girl squeals in delight at something from downstairs. Judging from the pitch it must of be Relena. She's a nice little girl although she often clings to a person she likes. She had been my shadow ever since she came here. I can't blame her. Her parents had died in a fire and her brother had been taken away not long after. As annoying as her attention maybe I couldn't push her away. I might only be a replacement for Millardo but it's still nice to be called big brother.
Pushing my thoughts away I open the door to my room. The small room is nearly empty except for the small bed by the window and a trunk at the foot of the bed. I'm the only one without a room mate. No one wants to share a room with someone like me. I don't mind being alone anymore though.
I run my fingers over the old trunk's handle and open it. I grab for my newest set of cloths, a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt.
Changing from my jeans and green shirt I hurry downstairs to help set everything up. I'm going to have to say here until I'm eighteen so I certainly want the place to retain the few comforts it has now.
Lifting up a spray of flowers I help with the decoration. The soft white petals of the hothouse roses remind me of the dancer. After placing the flowers I lift up one that fell from its stem and tuck it into my shirt pockets button whole. The boy, like the rose, was close to my heart as I hurried back to help with the preparations.
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story
is mine.
****
****
My eyes shoot open as I feel myself hit the hard floor with crash. All around me is movement and noise flooding my awakening senses. I rub my eyes softly trying to get them to focus upon my surroundings.
All around me is a flurry of movement. It looks as if the entirety of the Orphanage is moving before my vision. Some of the smaller children are gathering object and putting them away as others carry in dozens of folding chairs and small tables.
As the tables cloths are being carried in I remember that the benefit dinner to raise money for the Orphanage is tonight. It has completely slipped my mind.
Pushing against the hard wooden floor I raise myself to my feet. My shoulder feels sore from the fall and my neck strained from my choice of sleeping positions. Grasping the small blanket I fold its worn blue cloth and tuck it back into its hiding place beneath the aged couch.
I walk toward the stair case to the boy's rooms. My boots make a soft thumping sound against the wood. Each stair creaks, some loudly others very softly as if meekly protesting the treatment they receive.
A young girl squeals in delight at something from downstairs. Judging from the pitch it must of be Relena. She's a nice little girl although she often clings to a person she likes. She had been my shadow ever since she came here. I can't blame her. Her parents had died in a fire and her brother had been taken away not long after. As annoying as her attention maybe I couldn't push her away. I might only be a replacement for Millardo but it's still nice to be called big brother.
Pushing my thoughts away I open the door to my room. The small room is nearly empty except for the small bed by the window and a trunk at the foot of the bed. I'm the only one without a room mate. No one wants to share a room with someone like me. I don't mind being alone anymore though.
I run my fingers over the old trunk's handle and open it. I grab for my newest set of cloths, a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt.
Changing from my jeans and green shirt I hurry downstairs to help set everything up. I'm going to have to say here until I'm eighteen so I certainly want the place to retain the few comforts it has now.
Lifting up a spray of flowers I help with the decoration. The soft white petals of the hothouse roses remind me of the dancer. After placing the flowers I lift up one that fell from its stem and tuck it into my shirt pockets button whole. The boy, like the rose, was close to my heart as I hurried back to help with the preparations.
