A/N: I'm sorry for the really short chapter, and that it took me so long. I had a hard week, doing my homework until 11 and getting up at 6 to get to school by 7 TT^TT
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"Wait, what's his name, again?" A girl named Sarah asks trying to catch up with her friends.
"Wammy." A teacher answers. "Mr. Wammy, that's how you are going to address him, understand?"
I've heard of Quillish Wammy before. A successful inventor, very wealthy. He was coming to visit us this afternoon, and talk about his inventions. "I'm not going to come." I murmur. I don't have interests in inventors.
Jamie frowns. "But, L! I heard he's really inspiring. You should go!" She takes a strawberry from my bowl and pops it in her mouth.
Slightly annoyed, I ignore her. "I'm not going. I have better things to do." Without a warning, I get out of my chair and walk back to my room.
A few hours later, I heard nothing more. No footsteps in the hallway, no talking or whispering. He must have arrived. I look up from my book, suddenly interested. Would it be too late to show up?
.:.:.:.
Mr. Wammy is an old man, but he has a face of a happy yet serious person. He looks up and sees me, a messy looking boy, hunched over. He pauses during his speech and smiles. "Please join us."
The other kids turn around and stare at me. Some are smirking, some are serious. Jamie smiles, proud that I decided to join the circle.
I sit down next to the door, far from anyone else, and listen to him speak.
I am surprised to learn how Mr. Wammy's life is so similar to mine. He wanted to become a detective or a lawyer, just like me. He was determined, just like me.
Suddenly, Mr. Wammy is my new inspiration.
.:.:.:.
A housemaid appears at my door. "L? Mr. Wammy would like to speak with you."
Without a word, I stand up from my bed and pass her as if she isn't here. Mr. Wammy wants to speak with me? But why?
I walk down the long halls, go downstairs, and into the office. The owner of the orphanage sits on her desk, and Mr. Wammy is there, with his briefcase.
She smiles, and motions me to sit down on the chair. "L, I have wonderful news!"
I nod.
"Mr. Wammy would like to adopt you!" She grins. "Of course, we haven't filled out the forms yet, but we would like to see if that is okay with you."
I look up with astonishment. I did not dare ask "why me?" That is a fool's question. He chose me, and just me.
"It's alright with me."