Layta tromped through all one-hundred and fifty rooms throughout the mansion, she checked every can in each room for full bags. Each full bag being dumped into several black garbage bags, and then replaced with new ones delicately. By the time she was done with that part, her leg muscles ached from climbing the stairs, and her arms were sore from carrying the big black bags around, in total eight now. Layta was relieved she had started on the top floor, therefore she only had to descend one more flight of stairs to reach the outdoors.
Layta dragged the bags half-heartedly down the steps, letting them thump loudly at each hit. Layta shoved them one by one out the door onto the ever aging porch. She ran around back, and soon returned hauling an extraordinarily large wheelbarrow. Layta stuffed the bags harshly into it, and began hauling it down the narrow sidewalk. Moving twice as slow due to the enormous weight.
After what was several hours of shoving, dozing, and gazing (more glaring) at the sky, Layta reached her destination. The road. Layta looked back up the three mile long sidewalk, wiped the sweat off her brow, and began unloading the contents of the wheelbarrow, throwing it carelessly onto the edge of the neatly cut lawn. Obviously thanks to Kimmy, it was looking so.
As Layta turned the wheelbarrow around to head up the sidewalk again, she noticed a car driving down the dusty road. She was surprised at this, the road came to a dead end, and there were no other houses on it. Why would anyone want to bring a child to this Orphanage when there's a much nicer one on the other side of the town? Layta watched the car slow, then turn swiftly into the driveway to the Orphanage, then head up quite fast. Layta frowned and started the journey back up as well, dragging the wheelbarrow behind her.
When she reached the mansion, she glanced over at the car now parked at the end of the rocky driveway. It was a navy blue Cadillac, the paint chipped off at places revealing a silver undercoat, it was rusted around the wheel coverings. Layta was surprised to see people still in it! There were two children in the backseat, one boy and one girl; both with looks of either fright or confusion. Layta probably guessed both. There was a man in the driver's seat, but he was hidden due to tinted windows in the front, so Layta couldn't see what he looked like. Although, the structure of his body did look oddly familiar. Layta turned away from the car and headed into the back, where she put the wheelbarrow away. Layta turned and snuck into the mansion through a small, white door. The paint highly peeled away. It was always best to stay out of the way when it comes to new orphans, Madame Ira hated interruptions, or she'd have you carry their bags and give them a tour, as well as do other things in the meantime.
Layta crept up the creaky stairs, meeting up with the rest of the group. There were only five total children at Stonelarve Orphanage, many of the others had been taken to A.C.O., Alden Central Orphanage, the much better Orphanage on the other side of town. Layta kneeled down next to a girl with dirty, blonde hair that reached her knees when she was crouching. The light was off, but Layta could still see her bright amber eyes gleaming down towards the front hall.
"What's going on?" she whispered to her. The girl shrugged.
"I don't know. I just got here as well." she replied.
"I just told you, Jaden! They're discussing something, and looking for someone." The girl on the step above Jaden replied. She also had dirty blonde hair, the same length as Jaden's though she had greyer blue eyes. Layta snorted
"For being twins, and the only living relatives in your family, you two don't love each other!" she said
"It's Mary's fault!" Jaden whined. Her twin, Mary, shushed her. Above Mary, was Kimmy.
"Layta...they're looking for you!" she stuttered without taking her eyes off Madame Ira and the guest. Her voice was even smaller, and weaker. Layta went pale and looked back down, the guest was an elderly man with, Layta noticed, an extremely odd wardrobe on. He wore a sky blue robe, tied at the waist with a simple white rope. He had mid-neck, pure white hair; and a matching goatee on his chin. He looked extremely familiar to Layta, she leaned closer against the railing, staring puzzled down at Madame Ira and the man; straining her ears to listen.
"Wonder what they want with you, Layta," said a sneering cold voice. Layta looked up at the top of the stairs, in the shadows she saw the gleaming black hair and slim figure of Kate. Layta glared at her.
"What do you know?" she spat. Kate crept down a few stairs, getting into the light. Her brown eyes gleaming eagerly. She was smirking at Layta.
"I know nothing, but I've heard them talking. I have an idea of what's going on," she said cooly. Layta turned toward her.
"Layta, don't do anything stupid!" Jaden warned, putting her hand on Layta's shoulder.
"Oh, yea? And what is that!" Layta spat, still keeping her voice low. Kate sneered even more.
"Something about...a juvenile school and you getting caught stealing!" she spat back. Layta felt her jaw drop.
"That's a lie, you're making it up!" Layta nearly wailed. Kimmy finally turned her head to Layta, her face ghost white
"No...I heard that too." She muttered. Layta felt anger surging inside of her.
"I didn't! Why would I?" she said, her voice rising. Now Mary acted.
"Layta, I believe you. Just keep your voice down or-!" she was cut off
"LAYTA ARLEM!" a voice screeched below, Layta slowly turned her head, furious. Madame Ira was glaring up at them. Layta was caught. Mary, Jaden, and Kimmy flinched and scuttled up the stairs before they got in trouble, Layta couldn't move. Kate stood up, sneering at Layta in delight.
"Get down here!" Madame Ira screeched through gritted teeth. Layta made no reply or sound, her jaw was locked. She stepped down the stairs slowly, counting each step as if counting the seconds to her doom.
Layta dragged the bags half-heartedly down the steps, letting them thump loudly at each hit. Layta shoved them one by one out the door onto the ever aging porch. She ran around back, and soon returned hauling an extraordinarily large wheelbarrow. Layta stuffed the bags harshly into it, and began hauling it down the narrow sidewalk. Moving twice as slow due to the enormous weight.
After what was several hours of shoving, dozing, and gazing (more glaring) at the sky, Layta reached her destination. The road. Layta looked back up the three mile long sidewalk, wiped the sweat off her brow, and began unloading the contents of the wheelbarrow, throwing it carelessly onto the edge of the neatly cut lawn. Obviously thanks to Kimmy, it was looking so.
As Layta turned the wheelbarrow around to head up the sidewalk again, she noticed a car driving down the dusty road. She was surprised at this, the road came to a dead end, and there were no other houses on it. Why would anyone want to bring a child to this Orphanage when there's a much nicer one on the other side of the town? Layta watched the car slow, then turn swiftly into the driveway to the Orphanage, then head up quite fast. Layta frowned and started the journey back up as well, dragging the wheelbarrow behind her.
When she reached the mansion, she glanced over at the car now parked at the end of the rocky driveway. It was a navy blue Cadillac, the paint chipped off at places revealing a silver undercoat, it was rusted around the wheel coverings. Layta was surprised to see people still in it! There were two children in the backseat, one boy and one girl; both with looks of either fright or confusion. Layta probably guessed both. There was a man in the driver's seat, but he was hidden due to tinted windows in the front, so Layta couldn't see what he looked like. Although, the structure of his body did look oddly familiar. Layta turned away from the car and headed into the back, where she put the wheelbarrow away. Layta turned and snuck into the mansion through a small, white door. The paint highly peeled away. It was always best to stay out of the way when it comes to new orphans, Madame Ira hated interruptions, or she'd have you carry their bags and give them a tour, as well as do other things in the meantime.
Layta crept up the creaky stairs, meeting up with the rest of the group. There were only five total children at Stonelarve Orphanage, many of the others had been taken to A.C.O., Alden Central Orphanage, the much better Orphanage on the other side of town. Layta kneeled down next to a girl with dirty, blonde hair that reached her knees when she was crouching. The light was off, but Layta could still see her bright amber eyes gleaming down towards the front hall.
"What's going on?" she whispered to her. The girl shrugged.
"I don't know. I just got here as well." she replied.
"I just told you, Jaden! They're discussing something, and looking for someone." The girl on the step above Jaden replied. She also had dirty blonde hair, the same length as Jaden's though she had greyer blue eyes. Layta snorted
"For being twins, and the only living relatives in your family, you two don't love each other!" she said
"It's Mary's fault!" Jaden whined. Her twin, Mary, shushed her. Above Mary, was Kimmy.
"Layta...they're looking for you!" she stuttered without taking her eyes off Madame Ira and the guest. Her voice was even smaller, and weaker. Layta went pale and looked back down, the guest was an elderly man with, Layta noticed, an extremely odd wardrobe on. He wore a sky blue robe, tied at the waist with a simple white rope. He had mid-neck, pure white hair; and a matching goatee on his chin. He looked extremely familiar to Layta, she leaned closer against the railing, staring puzzled down at Madame Ira and the man; straining her ears to listen.
"Wonder what they want with you, Layta," said a sneering cold voice. Layta looked up at the top of the stairs, in the shadows she saw the gleaming black hair and slim figure of Kate. Layta glared at her.
"What do you know?" she spat. Kate crept down a few stairs, getting into the light. Her brown eyes gleaming eagerly. She was smirking at Layta.
"I know nothing, but I've heard them talking. I have an idea of what's going on," she said cooly. Layta turned toward her.
"Layta, don't do anything stupid!" Jaden warned, putting her hand on Layta's shoulder.
"Oh, yea? And what is that!" Layta spat, still keeping her voice low. Kate sneered even more.
"Something about...a juvenile school and you getting caught stealing!" she spat back. Layta felt her jaw drop.
"That's a lie, you're making it up!" Layta nearly wailed. Kimmy finally turned her head to Layta, her face ghost white
"No...I heard that too." She muttered. Layta felt anger surging inside of her.
"I didn't! Why would I?" she said, her voice rising. Now Mary acted.
"Layta, I believe you. Just keep your voice down or-!" she was cut off
"LAYTA ARLEM!" a voice screeched below, Layta slowly turned her head, furious. Madame Ira was glaring up at them. Layta was caught. Mary, Jaden, and Kimmy flinched and scuttled up the stairs before they got in trouble, Layta couldn't move. Kate stood up, sneering at Layta in delight.
"Get down here!" Madame Ira screeched through gritted teeth. Layta made no reply or sound, her jaw was locked. She stepped down the stairs slowly, counting each step as if counting the seconds to her doom.