The Story of Marisa Coulter
Part 2
Author's note:Yes, I know, this chapter is very short because I really didn't have enough time to write a lot, but I'll probably update tomorrow. I might continue on while Marisa is still six, or I will skip all that, and go straight forward to where she's seventeen. You decide what I should do.
Everyone else, including the adults at the orphanage, were asleep. Except for Marisa. It was past midnight, and Marisa couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking of how she wanted a different life; a better one, like the richest women in London had. Marisa had dreams about getting a large flat in the grand part of London, have nice clothes, eat fantastic meals, and be the most glamorous person that she could be. Marisa sat up from her position on her bed, and turned her body around to get off. Her daemon, a fox, looked alarmed.
"What are you doing?!"He asked, in a whisper.
"We're leaving. I cant stand it here any more. I want to explore, go places, be someone. Being here is holding me back." She said, as she got up from the bed, and walked silently over to the door. Her daemon was feeling nervous, but he obediently followed her. She turned the door knob carefully until it opened, and she went out the door. Marisa made her way down the hallway, then down the stairs, her footsteps quiet as a mouse. Her daemon fluttered as a moth beside her. She got the hair pin from her hair, and put it in the key hole. She moved it around a bit, until she heard the door unlock, and she turned the knob. Her daemon went out of the door by Marisa's side, not knowing what would happen once they left. But they did. No one looked for them, and they never came back.