Celwriter: bwahahahahahahaha! Just a few more chappies and the story will be gone forever! dances around skipping no more secret window in my head, no more secret window in my head...
Chapter 5
The car screeched to a stop.
"What are you doing trying to break my door down?" It was Mort! Cel was saved! Or, at least, she hoped so.
"Because there's a run away orphan in there!" screamed the mean lady that Cel had hated ever since she ended up at the orphanage. She cringed to here that voice.
"What? Cel would have called me," Mort replied, confused.
"Cel is the runaway orphan!" the woman shouted back.
"No," said Mort, shaking his head. "Cel's my daughter."
"Are you sure?" asked the woman. "Because that girl who's peeking out the window is the runaway orphan and her name's Celeste Reter."
Cel ducked down quickly, but she was too late.
"Cel?" Mort called. "I think that this lady's mistaken. Can you come out here please."