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I am in school and have so much work.
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Maria's POV
Sitting here, in this office, is the scariest thing I have ever done. This is where my questions are to be answered. Am I going to live in some random families house, or will on of my father's crazy relatives stand up to claim me. My future is sitting across the table, being used a coffee cup coaster for the guy across this desk. The paper was so insignificant to him his caffeine was resting on it. Who the heck did this guy think he was.
"I am very sorry for your loss," grumbled the man. Yeah, that's what I thought. You only do this for the money. You're a nobody who tells people their fate. I just want him so get to the point. I don't care about the pleasantries and the condolences anymore. I am sick of it. The looks of pity I get are driving me mental. It takes everything I have not to lose it on every single person on the street.
"Thank you. Maria, try to be polite. What news do you have sir?" Oh, right, Ms. Heliotrope is here too. Being polite is not me strong suit. Right now, everything in my head resembles the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Every word, every breathe, even the stupid sound of silence. I don't know what it is.
The guy looks up and smiles. Sadistic, in my opinion, but if you were to ask anyone else, he would be smiling almost sweetly.
"We found someone. However, it is kind of a….. strange… situation. The have been notified of you predicament, but we have yet to hear back from them." That's it, I screwed. I am going to be someone's paycheck.
Wait, what "Special Situation? What does that mean?" I was thoroughly confused. Was it some crazy person with 12 kids and no job? Is that who my family is? Great, now, I'm going to live in a crazy persons home. I won't do good in school. If I don't do good in school, then I won't get into college. If I don't get into college, I won't get a good job. If I don't get a good job, I won't have a happy family. If I don't have a happy family, I do something illegal. If I do something illegal, I'll end up in jail. If I end up in jail ill go crazy. If I go crazy..
"They live in Moonacre Vally," he said. I looked up anticipating the smirk on his face. There wasn't one.
He was dead serious.
"Moonacre Vally? Really?" I said very disbelieving. "Never heard of it." Lies. "Where is this 'moonacre vally?'" I said use the quote fingers.
Please don't send me there. Their all crazy!
Magical line break
A carriage. I was sitting in a carriage they would use during the time of Jane Austen! Every bump, every rock, and every single step of the horses could be felt.
Ms. Heliotrope was enjoying herself completely. Babbling on and on about how this was the proper way to travel. I had one day. One day after I had been told I was coming here. My car was now in the possession of Aeryn, My bestfriend. She would never see me until I was 18 as far as we knew. It might only be about a year, but that kind of separation could be devastating. I hadn't had a chance to say goodbye, because as soon as the letter came that my uncle, we were packing.
It felt like hours, but in reality, we were in the carriage for about ten minutes. Ten minutes before, I had been saying my goodbyes.
I felt the carriage come to an abrupt stop. I shoved the door open and jumped out. I took a deep breathe in, no longer feeling claustrophobic. I looked around. Where the heck are we?
Robin's Pov
I opened my eyes to find one of the maids looking down adoringly at me. The excruciating pain in my head made me close my eyes quickly. I groaned and flipped over to my side so that I was facing away from the girl. I heard a giggle the footsteps scurrying away. What was going on? What happened? I remember leaving London, than, nothing. Absolute blackness.
I faded back into unconsciousness, only vaguely hearing the giggles of the maids, the discussions of the healers, and his dad voice.
Blackness
