Chapter 5: The First Hole
By: Readreadread
Disclaimer: I didn't make up all of this.
I woke up to the sound of a trumpet. It was way too early. I got dressed (behind the curtain of course). As we grabbed our shovels, Mr. Sir handed us cold waffles. They weren't very good.
Then, as a group, with our shovels in hand (or over our shoulders), we walked out to where we were supposed to dig.
There were so many holes! Ok, want to know my embarrassing moment for the day? Of course you do. We had been walking for awhile and I looked back to see how far we had gone. I hadn't stopped walking when I looked back, and before I realized that the boys were shouting at me to "look out!" and "turn around Tillie!", I fell into a hole. Five feet deep and five feet wide.
"You're lucky there weren't any lizards in that hole," Caveman, or Stanley, said as he helped me out (I can't decide whether or not to call the boys by their nicknames). All the boys except Zero were sniggering.
"Thanks," I whispered. I could almost feel myself blushing. Out of embarrassment. Just embarrassment.
Where we were supposed to dig was just an empty space surrounded by holes as far as the eye could see. Mr. Sir steered me, by the arm, to an empty space.
"This is where you'll dig," he said flatly.
I put the blade of my shovel on the ground. I jumped on it and the blade sunk into the dirt. I looked at Mr. Sir. He looked surprised. I turned away and smiled.
I'd had some experience digging. I used to always bury my home's "Mother's", or instructor's, (whatever you want to call it) stuff in the yard to irritate her. Nobody at the home liked Mother Connie.
For some reason, as I dug in the hot sun, I remembered things. I remembered when the child welfare found out I was living in the streets. I remembered arriving at Henrick's Home for Girls. I remembered meeting Ristine. I remembered stealing that fateful doll. It felt like I remembered my whole life. It was kind of weird. I remembered when Mother Connie told me that my real first name started with an M.
(***Sorry it took me so long. I was having a writer's block/lack of time. I've already started chapter 6, so hopefully it won't take as long for me to write it! ***)
I woke up to the sound of a trumpet. It was way too early. I got dressed (behind the curtain of course). As we grabbed our shovels, Mr. Sir handed us cold waffles. They weren't very good.
Then, as a group, with our shovels in hand (or over our shoulders), we walked out to where we were supposed to dig.
There were so many holes! Ok, want to know my embarrassing moment for the day? Of course you do. We had been walking for awhile and I looked back to see how far we had gone. I hadn't stopped walking when I looked back, and before I realized that the boys were shouting at me to "look out!" and "turn around Tillie!", I fell into a hole. Five feet deep and five feet wide.
"You're lucky there weren't any lizards in that hole," Caveman, or Stanley, said as he helped me out (I can't decide whether or not to call the boys by their nicknames). All the boys except Zero were sniggering.
"Thanks," I whispered. I could almost feel myself blushing. Out of embarrassment. Just embarrassment.
Where we were supposed to dig was just an empty space surrounded by holes as far as the eye could see. Mr. Sir steered me, by the arm, to an empty space.
"This is where you'll dig," he said flatly.
I put the blade of my shovel on the ground. I jumped on it and the blade sunk into the dirt. I looked at Mr. Sir. He looked surprised. I turned away and smiled.
I'd had some experience digging. I used to always bury my home's "Mother's", or instructor's, (whatever you want to call it) stuff in the yard to irritate her. Nobody at the home liked Mother Connie.
For some reason, as I dug in the hot sun, I remembered things. I remembered when the child welfare found out I was living in the streets. I remembered arriving at Henrick's Home for Girls. I remembered meeting Ristine. I remembered stealing that fateful doll. It felt like I remembered my whole life. It was kind of weird. I remembered when Mother Connie told me that my real first name started with an M.
(***Sorry it took me so long. I was having a writer's block/lack of time. I've already started chapter 6, so hopefully it won't take as long for me to write it! ***)