Chapter two: London Orphanage for girls
Violet woke up to trumpets. It was another girl's alarm. She sighed, and then got up out of her bed. She opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out a black cloth. She folded it, and then put it in her hair like a bandana.
She walked down the stairs with bags under her eyes, exceedingly noticeably with her pale face. When she got down to the bottom floor, she smelt ham, eggs, and toast. She sighed, why is there never bacon? she thought to herself. She walked up to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Okay! Who wants breakfast!" an almost too happy voice shouted out. It was the owner of the London orphanage for girls. She was stout, with short brown hair to her jaw-line. She was always happy, whether something good or bad was happening. Violet thought that was weird, to always be happy.
Then a rush of girls ran down the stairs to the table. They immediately started grabbing food from the containers, clawing their way in. Violet sat until they all had food on their plates, and then took the remains.
There was a piece of ham and one slice of toast. She quickly ate it then went back upstairs to get dressed.
Violet was an unusual girl. She was short for her age, pale, and had naturally jet black, straight hair, with Violet tips. She was eleven, and had been a foster child since she could remember. But she had a memory, a faint memory, of what she thought was her father. She had drawn it in her sketch pad; it was of a man with a black cloak on, turning to face her. He had said two words to her that night, "farewell Violet." she spoke the words softly to herself. They were her words of encouragement. Words that made her keep putting up with the world, and the orphanage. The words told her that farewell not only means goodbye, it also means, I will see you again. That is what she told herself, that she would find out who her REAL parents were.
She got dressed in jeans and a purple t-shirt and opened the door. To her surprise, three girls were standing outside, looking at her. It was the three girly girls at the orphanage. The one in the middle was Natalie, with her two followers Trisha and Christina.
"Look who it is, the FREAK!" Natalie spat the words towards Violet. And Trisha and Christina giggled behind her.
"Natalie, I'm sorry to say this, but that was very rude. Please do not call me a freak again." the words came like silk coming from Violet's mouth. She had a way with words, a way to convince.
Natalie sighed rudely. "you," she poked Violet in the chest," don't tell ME what to do. Got it?"
Violet stared hard at Natalie, and her finger at her chest. "Do you like toads, Natalie?" Violet whispered. She thought hard, and then Natalie crumpled to the ground in a heap of clothing. There was a croak, and the two other girls screamed.
Don't mess with me. Violet thought angrily. She looked angrily at Trisha and Christina, and then they screamed and ran away.
Violet looked down at the toad that was once Natalie. How? What? How did I DO that? Violet thought to herself, confused.
After that she heard a huge pounding coming up the stairs. Violet sighed; she knew she was in trouble. Because that pounding, was Mrs. Contour, the owner of London Orphanage for girls.