It was a long drive to the orphanage, and Meagan really didn't know what to think when they arrived. She always imagined an orphanage to look like those house in a horror film; wooden walls, rickety roof, hanging on the edge of a cliff, with its own personal raincloud. She couldn't have been more wrong. Mr. Mc Tore pulled in at a driveway leading to a large white Victorian house. Inside even looked regular, like a place where an average kid could live. It looked exactly like a home, not just a house. But it had an entirely different feel to it. Maybe it was the look in the children's eyes, a look longing and emptiness. Or maybe it was how the workers acting like maids, receptionists, anything except like parents. It made the house seem like it was trying too hard to seem like a home.

Meagan looked around the room, and counted eight, er, residents. 2 looked about 2 years old. 4 looked about 10 or 11, and one looked roughly 14 years old, a year older than Meagan herself. She felt a pang in her heart thinking about these kids. Most of them were old enough to understand how their parents left them. Most of them were old enough to remember their parents, and miss them.

Later during the day, they were introduced to her. Madison and Ellie were 6 years old. Madison had brown hair, while Ellie had bright red hair. Both of them had blue eyes, and were short and thin. Cody, Charlotte, Jack and Lyra were 11 years old. Cody's brown hair and his resemblance to Madison, suggested they were siblings. Lyra had long curls of bond, while Jack had a tuft of sandy brown. Andy, the 14-year-old, had black hair, deep brown eyes, and a strongly cut jaw.

They each noticed the newcomer. They noticed her long black hair, slender body, and her soft blue eyes. They each took turns sizing her up, trying to figure out if she was worth the time.

Andy was the first one to try and find out. He was a well known trouble maker, and decided to approach her, as she settled on the couch.

"Hey there" He started.

"Hello" Meagan replied sullenly

"What your still sulking over your mom? She died of cancer, you were prepared. You knew she was going to die. Yes I read your file." Andy smirked, waiting for her to burst into tears or freeze in shock. Instead she looked at him, eyes narrowing in hate and disgust, a scowl forming on her face.

"Yeah, you know what? I was prepared, like anyone would be to see their own mom struggling to breath in the last few minutes of her life!" Meagan said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, anger and despair. The next thing he knew, she was walking away from him.

Meagan saw the look in the worker's eyes a she stalked away from Andy to her room. No matter how hard they tried to look concerned, she knew what they were thinking. What are we going to do with her? Was what they were really thinking. Meagan knew that if she somehow affected their pay checks, all their fake concern would disappear.

They didn't think she would see how much people prized money. But Meagan knew how they fought over it, with no care as to who gets hurt, no care for those people on the streets with nothing but the clothes on their backs. She saw the way the put nothing over money, not friend nor family. Meagan read the newspapers everyday and saw all the fraud and hates money caused. It turned people against everyone, in pursue of money. It was a war hidden under the layers of lies conjured up by the ever truthful media.

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Andy watched in shock as Meagan walked away from him. In all of his days of bullying, of targeting people's weaknesses, no one had ever taken a stand like that. He admired the way she didn't just break down into tears. Heck, if it were him, he wasn't so sure he wouldn't have.

All of a sudden, he wondered if she was okay. "Oh no, what have I done" Andy said to himself. He might've hurt her really badly. Somehow, it was all of sudden important to Andy that Meagan didn't hate him. Although he's usually okay with people hating him, as they usually have a good reason. But for some strange reason, he felt like he couldn't stand to see her hate him.

About 15 minutes later, Meagan heard a soft knock on her door.