greetings from new friggin jersey. as you can tell, im simply tickled pink at being here, yeah. ah well, at least i have a computer.
Mustang stared at the envelope in her hands. She remembered the first time she had seen it. It wasn't as dirty and tattered then.
She sat on her bed, trembling. The dream again. She walked through the room of sleeping children and looked out the window at a lazily dozing Cowgirl. She hated this orphanege. If she could ever find a reason to leave, she would. Silently, she crept into the lobby. The ticking of a pocket watch calmed her still hammering heart. She looked at it. It was 1 o'clock in the morning. What was there for an eleven year old girl to do in the empty lobby of an orphanege at 1 in the morning? She crept into Ms. Berson's office. No one was allowed in here usually. She sat down on the desk chair and started to look through the papers on the desk. Her hand accidentaly knocked something off the edge. She supressed a gasp and dropped to the ground. The paper-weight had knocked over the trash can. She started to stuff the scattered papers back in, but then she froze. She carefully picked up an envelope with her name on it. Why was this in the trash? She saw another note in the same hand writing and her eyes filled with tears. She held the envelope to her chest and ran to her bed. She shoved everything into her bag and pulled on her shoes. Then she carefully lay the envelope on top and closed the bag. Tears falling silently, she crept outside. She slipped Cowgirl's bridle on and swung onto her back. The gate creaked, but before anyone could get outside, she was gone.
"She was supposed to give it to me. That foul woman," Mustang whispered. She pulled her hat off and hugged the letter, tears slipping from under closed eyes. Dutchy hugged her and she leaned into him. "That other note was dated three days before. She wasn't ever going to give it to me." She sat back up and turned the envelope over. It was still sealed.
"Didn't you ever open it?" She shook her head.
"I was so afraid of what it would say. It's from Chris. I didn't want to open it because I knew he had been there. He was there, and he left me there. And if I opened it and it said he didn't want me, I'd have no one."
"You have someone now, no matter what it says." Her hands were shaking so much she nearly dropped it, but she finally slipped the letter out. As she read it, she constantly wiped her tears for fear they would fall and smudge the writing.
Andi,
I'm glad you made it here safely. It took me a little longer, for reasons I will tell you when we meet again. You're probably wodering why I left you here. I have no money or anything right now, and it costs mooney to get you from here. If you leave, try to find me. I promise I won't leave the city without you.
Forever yours,
Chris
"He's still here. He's still in the city. I knew I heard someone singing Greensleeves. It was him." She turned to face Dutchy, her eyes wide. "I was just feet away from him, and now I'll probably never find him again!"
"Calm down. If you just saw him tonight, he can't have gone too far. If he heard the hoof beats, he probably thought you were one of the bulls. I'd've run away too. We'll find him." She nodded, folded the letter back into the envelope, and put them on her night table. Then she turned back to the hole in the floor. She pulled out a tattered book. She leaned against Dutchy again and opened the cover. They both started reading the first page, but fell asleep before they reached the bottom.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeah, short i know, sorry
