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It's About Time
"Big brother! Did you hear?" A boy that was about 6-years-old exclaimed, his gray eyes sparkling and his black mane of hair tousling around.
Another boy that was easily older than him at 12-years-old listened intently, his ears perked up immediately.
Smiling at him he asked, "Hear what, Mokie?"
"That the Mute Girl is finally getting adopted!" Mokie screamed as he jumped up high into the air and stood on top of the green plastic bench that he had just been standing on.
The 12-year-old laughed, "It's about time."
"That's not all, Seto!" The young boy shrieked, using his older brother's name and almost falling off his slippery green seat, caused by his black rubber shoes. Seto caught him just in time by placing his hand on the left side of Mokie's casual green shirt. Steadying himself, Mokie used to opportunity to sit back on his side of the green picnic table bench connected to the table with cold metal.
Seto breathed a heavy sigh of relief and gestured with his right hand for him to continue.
"Yes, Mokie?"
"I heard from Julie that whoever is adopting her is really rich!" He cried.
Seto's ice blue orbs widened, as he whispered sharply, "No way."
Mokie nodded.
Seto sighed.
Crossing his slender arms covered with pale yellow sleeves and straight-buttoned cuffs, he set his arms on top of the cheap picnic table and set his head on top.
He muttered so low that not even Mokie could hear him; he sounded almost bitter, "She's lucky enough that she's even getting out of here, let alone with a rich man."
He closed his eyes.
He started to imagine how his and Mokie's life would be so much better than the one they had here at the orphanage if they both got adopted so intently, that he jumped at least an inch from the table when Mokie suddenly screeched, "Hey! Where's she going?"
Seto brushed his brown bangs out of his eyes and was shocked when he saw the 'Amber-Eyed Girl'as he liked to call her for some strange reasonsilently walk, her navy shoes had satin straps reaching up to her knees and wrapped around her petite legs. The two-inch heels on her shoes occasionally clacked against the cold and hard cement along side the man that he often saw come to the orphanage and disappear with her. Her simple black skirt billowed in the breeze and her wide-boat navy top with flared sleeves and sky blue cami inside seemed to hardly give her any protection from the cold but she didn't seemed bothered, although she did put one of her hands on her arm and kept it stiff while letting the other one sway on her left side. Her outfit contrasted noticeably against her light hair and eyes.
The stout man was grinning wildly and almost seemed like he was skipping, but Seto hardly doubted that, seeing as how he was wearing a suit, dress shoes, and holding so many papersall stuffed in one file folder that he needed both of his hands to hold the lone folder.
Different POV
The Multi-Colored Hair Girl's amber eyes flickered everywhere, but mostly towards the big and beautiful tree she always sat under. She had spent so many moments there and watched the tree's leaves change with the seasons as she grew up here. She breathed in the scent of the sweet air that blew by and exhaled deeply.
"Ah good!" Mr. Winchel chirped happily, still in his rough British accent.
The Amber-Eyed Girl looked up and watched a long black and sleek limo that was shiny and waxed pull up in front of the big Iron Gate that set the orphanage and outside world with just 2 inches of steel and 12 feet of iron. Many of the kids that stayed here often thought of absurd ways to escapeeven though the spaces between the bars of the gate were big enough to just slip throughno kids in history ever tried to escape nonetheless.
A chauffeur dressed from head to toe in black with a black hat with a visor, a black suit, and black shoes, save his white gloves exited from the eccentric limo. Walking to the door in the back, he opened it and stood diligently.
He took of his hat, revealing clean brown hair that was buzzed cut and tipped it off to Mr. Winchelwho was already clambering into the limogreeted him, "Good afternoon, Mr. Winchel."
"Yes, Jonathon, good day to you too," Mr. Winchel said hastily and motioned for the Multi-Colored Hair Girl to get into the car.
She walked up to the car slowly and took her time until Mr. Winchel began to twitch and couldn't take it anymore. He finally snapped.
His voice was no longer accented as he snapped, "Could you hurry up?"
The Amber-Eyed Girl just continued her current rate until she reached the limo and sat down inside on one of the squishy leather seats. She watched silently as Jonathon closed the limo door soundlessly and got into the driver's seat. He closed his own door and started to steer the limo away from the orphanage.
Children and kids began to clamber against the big Iron Gate and said their farewells, good hopes, and rants about not deserving to be adopted to her as they all waved.
The Multi-Colored Hair Girl looked through the tinted window and watched as the orphanage slowly began to disappear from sight. She blinked rapidly to make sure no tears would fall. In a flash, names of everyone at the orphanage flashed through her head: Julie, Alex, Roy, Mokuba, Seto... and many more. She set a hand with perfectly manicured nails on the window and moved her face closer to the window. Her eyes became truly emotionless and she just waited for the orphanage she grew up in to disappear from view to stop all the pain she was feeling inside.
Different POV
Mr. Winchel set a hand on The Amber-Eyed Girl's bare shoulder and said soothingly, "It's going to be all right, Amber. Those kids were just trying to scare you, your going in a much better place now."
'Amber' closed her eyes and said sharplymuch different than the tone she had used before, "My name isn't, Amber."
Mr. Winchel was startled and withdrew his hand from her still bare shoulder in surprise.
His oak brown eyes darkened with hate, as he demanded, "If your name isn't Amber, then what is it!"
She didn't respond.
He roughly turned her to face him and screamed, his face turning red, "What is your name!"
She turned her face away and whispered a few incomprehensible words.
"What!"
"I said that I don't know," She said, turning her amber eyes to him, but her voice showed no signs of force or sadness, she actually sounded rather apathetic.
He let go of her and moved away from her as if she was a freak that said that she was going to kill him.
"I don't know who dropped me off at the orphanage, who my parents are, or my birth name."
Mr. Winchel forcibly regained his composureeven though he was still startledand cleared his throat.
"Well then, I'll have to give you a name won't I?"
She didn't answer; rather she turned her silver hair to him and watched the scenery pass her by.
"Very well, then you'll be named Emma Winchel from now on."
She stayed silent.
Mr. Winchel assumed that her silence noted that she had accept the name he had given her and started to make a mental note to obtain legal papers for changing her name when she spoke.
"Why do you want to name me... Emma?" She whispered in a soft voice that was still apathetic.
Mr. Winchel puffed out his chest and said snootily, "Well, for one, because Emma means Universal, which is what you will become when you receive a bit of education. Not much, because you are already very intelligent, much more than that Seto boy at the orphanage, I researched that girls are much more mature and intelligent than boys, 44 girls are said to pass federal tests and only 28 of boys."
Everything was silent.
The soft rolling sound of the tires outside was the only thing heard.
"Then you need me... just because I'm smart?" The Amber-Eyed Girl asked, still apathetic sounding but even more softly.
Mr. Winchel was relieved a bit when she kept her Amber eyes on the scenery, rather than him.
"Well, yes, I do need you because you are smart, but also seeing as how I have no heir to my corporation, I decided to look for someone to adopt and..."
He chuckled.
"I found you!"
Different POV
The Multi-Colored Hair Girl shut her eyelids over her amber eyes.
She decided not to talk anymore to him and just ignore him for as long as she stayed with him. She had already asked him too many questions... well too many for her and she thought that she was starting to push his buttons.
The seconds slowly turned into minutes and the minutes into hours until they reached a spacious and roomy airport where a private jet stood there. The silver paint gleamed in the sun and the wings were painted blue while the letter 'W' was engraved on the nose of the jet. The jet shined with pride and The Amber-Eyed Girl blinked.
"Mr. Winchel, we have arrived at the Domino Airport," Jonathon announced.
"Yes, thank you, Jonathon," Mr. Winchel said, stepping out of the door and admiring the jet.
The Amber-Eyed Girl followed his example and also got out of the black limo and was thankful, she hated having to ride for that long, she wasn't used to it. She always walked slowly, taking in nature's beauty. She hated ever having to stay inside. But still, she silently wondered what the jet was for.
"Now, Emma, when I said that I decided to adopt someone because I didn't have an heir to my corporation and I found you, I left out the little detail that my company... was in America," Mr. Winchel said after he had turned his stout body to her.
The Amber-Eyed Girl resisted the urge to widen her eyes and luckily, she did.
She just nodded and stepped into the plane when she saw a bald man wearing a forest green jump suit come up with a set of rolling stairs and set it in front of the side door on the jet.
She walked up the stairs without a second thought and stepped into the jet and memorized her surroundings. She looked around for a place to sit and noticed that a half-circle couch with the same type of leather as the one in the limo and it was big enough to hold at least 10 people. It was pushed against a wall of the plane to accommodate more space. She sat down on the couch silently and waited for Mr. Winchel to come up.
Once he did he clapped his two plump hands together and grinned happily.
"I knew you were smart! You didn't even need for me to tell you what to do or where to sit!" He exclaimed and took a seat next to her as the bald man with the forest green jumpsuit closed the jet plane door and it took off slowly. As it accelerated into the high clouds the Amber-Eyed Girl watched with interest popping off in her veins, but her eyes remaining in their blank stare state.
"Now it'll take 12 hours at the most to get there, so it should be about morning when we get there, whenever you feel sleepy just go through that door there and you'll find a bed with a nightgown inside," Mr. Winchel explained, pointing to a metal door that was ajar and exposed a blue sheeted bed inside with a light blue nightgown the same shade as The Amber-Eyed Girl's cami that came to her knees. It was sleeveless with only straps and white fringe on the top.
She already knew what she would have done if she had gotten sleepy, any idiot could have known that and how long it would be until they reached America, but nonetheless she nodded and watched the clouds roll by silently, thinking...