Mary Sue Poots knows three things for sure. Number 1 she hates her name. She absolutely despises it. There was no reason to go by it either. Most people just go by the name their parents gave them but of course it was just a stupid name that a bunch of stupid Nuns gave her.
Number 2 she was in lots of trouble. She just ran away from her last foster home because her foster father beat her to the brink of death. She had two options 1 either die right there no matter what or 2 she runs for her life and has the risk of dying. So she ran and she ran and finally she got to the place that felt the most like home- St Agnes's Orphanage.
Number 3 she was in soooo much pain. Sure she had experienced pain before, I mean she was a foster kid lots of the parents are just stupid evil people who only foster for the money. She had obviously had a couple of good houses as she had been in a total of 27 houses in the space of 9 years. But the 'good houses' never wanted her. This pain though it felt like she was dying. She had at least a broken nose, 3 bones in her arm broken or fractured and at least 4 cracked ribs.
Just as she managed to make it into Saint Agnes's grounds she passed out. A boy around the age of 13 picked her up and took her to the Orphanages nurse. The boy's name was Clinton. He had been in the orphanage for around 6 years with his brother Barney but Barney aged out of the system earlier that year.
Clinton was like a big brother to all the younger kids but especially one- Mary. They had first met when he came to the Orphanage not looking too bad with only 1 black eye. She sat next to him and just silently offered support. She was only 3 at that point but they already had a special connection. She was always there when he needed her most and he for her.
The nurse was not surprised when she saw that it was him taking in Mary. This had happened many times before.