Chapter 4
"What is the meaning of this Aleezé?" I couldn't find a quick enough answer, and I didn't have nearly enough time to stash away the letter quickly. "What is this?, Aleezé, WHO SENT YOU THE LETTER?"
I didn't know. "Miss, trust me, I have just as much clue as you do, please, do not punish me." She was the mistress who owned the orphanage. She is big and gaudy, and quite tall for a woman. But after a while you do not notice her emense height, because her voice is petite and fragile.
She snatched the letter from my palms. The thick parchment cut my hands and they bled a little. I quickly wiped it on the bed sheet, waiting for a response from the miss.
"Where did you get this?" She boomed, it was quite strange seeing her yell so, for her voice is usually as dainty as a petal.
"An owl" i replyed. Finally realizing how idiotic it sounded. "I mean, I found in my room..." I had to quickly cover up my story.
She read the letter about fourteen times, and the yelling soon caused other children to get out of their rooms and peak to see what was happening here.
"What's happening miss?" One voice bravely asked. I knew this voice to well, it was Prenilla. She was quite a snot. She was the girl who started the story of me getting shot for being in the orphanage so long.
"This is not any of you concern Prenilla, all you children go back to bed." Slowly, and anticiapated, the crowd died down, not understanding any of what just happend, and making up stories of their own to fill the big hole left. Finally, after every one left, the mistress spoke to me.
"I'm not sure what I am to do of you Aleezé. I'm not sure, no kids are ever to go to any school then the school house out back. You know it would be unfair, but, if you are willing to take part in this... this.... event, then you may go."
I was silent. I was not sure what to think.
"I will give you a week to decide." She finally said.
I will not be needing that much time, I thought to myself.