Tris
2 months later*
Westyn Chicago Orphanage: One of theworst placesin the world or, Hell. It's so boring here. Lynn and I basically have to find our own things to do, mostly climb the tall trees in the garden. My cast came off a few weeks ago, probably the happiest
day of my life. I didn't have to be babied anymore, and I wasn't restricted to a wheel chair.
When the cast came off, the first thing I did was run around the garden with Lynn, chasing the birds and squirrels. It had never felt so good to be mobile again.
Lynn and I are currently sat in her room talking, its where I sleep. I can't bare to be in the prissy, pink castle with Miss Diva, she'd turn meinto a fluffychihuahua.
I flop onto the floor sighing,"Why is it so boring here,"
"You know what they say. If your bored,"She leans over the edge of the bed to look at me,"Your a boring person,"
I smirk and whack her over the head with a pillow,"Am not!"
She shields herself over her face,"Okay! Okay!" She smiles,"Let's go do something,"
I scrunch my nose,"Like what?"
She sighs, yanking me off my layed down position, and drags me out the room.
"Lynn?"
"Yes T," She replies.
"What exactly are we doing?"
"Well," Lynn says, stopping in front of the kitchen cupboards,"If we can't find fun, we'llmake our own,"
I quirk an eyebrow in confusion.
She huff, and pulls out a bag of flour.
My eyes light up, as it finally clicks in my brain.
We raise our arms and high five before westart raiding the cabinets. I spot a packet of colours at the back of the ingredient shelf-food colouring to be exact.
I pull them out, showing Lynn. She looks at them a smirk showing on both our faces.
"Perfect!" She says.
I grab her hand, as we both run back to her room. Our arms full with; bowls; packets of flour; food dye; and some mouldy cheese Lynn found at the back of the fridge.
This is gonna be great!
Time Skip6 pm
Lynn and I finish setting up the bathroom cameras, and making surethe pranks are in place.
We squeeze out of the bathroom door, as to not spill the bowl of flour placed on top.
We stand in the hallway, waiting for our victim.
A few minutes later, an older girl walks up and begins heading to the bathroom. I turn to Lynn and we begin snickering. It's this girl called Lauretta,she's 14 and thinks she's going to be America's next top model. The only thing that matters to
her is her looks.
"What are you doing?" She asks eyeing the camera in my hand.
"Oh nothing,"I say," We just wanted to take a picture of your stunning self your majesty,"
She scoffs,"Your weird you know that?"
Next to me, Lynn shrugs and nods her head smiling.
Lauretta pushes open the door, and pure white flour splatters her shrieks, and begins jumping around. I grab Lynn's arm and we run off, laughing.
We fall to the kitchen cabinets, my back resting against the cool, solid wood.
"Did you get it on camera?" I ask, standing up and pulling her with me.
"You bet!" She smirks.
"Girl's,"
I turn to look at the voice, and see Inesa. I spot a teary Lauretta beside her and begin laughing along with Lynn.
"Girl's it isn't funny," Inesa scolds.
"Yes it is!" Lynn crys, ignoring the glares thrown at us.
"At least I won't have to see oneof your ugly faces for a while," Lauretta huffs.
We immediately stop our sniggering and look quizzicaly at Inesa.
"Ah yes," She says,"B- Tris, you've been fostered by a lovely couple, the McKau' 'll be hear to collect you tomorrow,"
No. Way. In. Hell.
Sorry for the long wait :/
No reason except ADD.
~MusicBooksAndPassion X