Chapter 1
Knock, Knock, Knock
"Come in". Said the cold voice Mrs. Goldwich, a sneering, stiff-necked old maid who owned the local orphanage.
A young woman entered of about sixteen or seventeen. She was tall, willowy, with piercing green eyes and wavy black hair. She was dressed in a patched dark green work dress, her hair, done up in a simple bun.
There was an out of place look about her. It was an aura; she always looked so free and open. It seemed as though the wind was meant to blow, the sun, to shine on her skin, and the ocean, to spray on her face.
"Ah, Melena, please take a seat." said Mrs. Goldwich, looking up. "Melena, this day comes for everyone here, the day that you would leave us and enter the world as an adult. I have gotten you a job working as a maid in the household of one Mr. Turner. He expects you to be there this afternoon around 2:00. I suggest you go get your things together, I will call you a cab."
Melena left with a polite word or two and climbed the musty, narrow staircase up to her dormitory. Melena wasn't sorry to be leaving the orphanage; it was never what she could call "home" and it would defiantly be an experience to be away from the old fashioned Mrs. Goldwich.
Around 1:30, Melena stepped outside to wait for the cab, having said her goodbyes.
"Here I am" she said, "out in the world, by myself. If I stand here for a few more minutes I'll get on a cab and spend the rest of my life as an out of place orphan, slaving in other people's homes. Or, she looked around carefully, I could run away and find a new life."
Just then the cab pulled up.
"Oh whom am I kidding? I'm no outlawed adventurer. I'm just a poor, simple girl with no prospects. This is the hand life dealt me and I better just play it." Melena thought as she stepped into the cab.
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Knock, Knock, Knock
"Come in". Said the cold voice Mrs. Goldwich, a sneering, stiff-necked old maid who owned the local orphanage.
A young woman entered of about sixteen or seventeen. She was tall, willowy, with piercing green eyes and wavy black hair. She was dressed in a patched dark green work dress, her hair, done up in a simple bun.
There was an out of place look about her. It was an aura; she always looked so free and open. It seemed as though the wind was meant to blow, the sun, to shine on her skin, and the ocean, to spray on her face.
"Ah, Melena, please take a seat." said Mrs. Goldwich, looking up. "Melena, this day comes for everyone here, the day that you would leave us and enter the world as an adult. I have gotten you a job working as a maid in the household of one Mr. Turner. He expects you to be there this afternoon around 2:00. I suggest you go get your things together, I will call you a cab."
Melena left with a polite word or two and climbed the musty, narrow staircase up to her dormitory. Melena wasn't sorry to be leaving the orphanage; it was never what she could call "home" and it would defiantly be an experience to be away from the old fashioned Mrs. Goldwich.
Around 1:30, Melena stepped outside to wait for the cab, having said her goodbyes.
"Here I am" she said, "out in the world, by myself. If I stand here for a few more minutes I'll get on a cab and spend the rest of my life as an out of place orphan, slaving in other people's homes. Or, she looked around carefully, I could run away and find a new life."
Just then the cab pulled up.
"Oh whom am I kidding? I'm no outlawed adventurer. I'm just a poor, simple girl with no prospects. This is the hand life dealt me and I better just play it." Melena thought as she stepped into the cab.
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