Thanks for the reviews it really encourages and inspires me to continue on with my work. I just wanted to point out that I know I said in chapter 1 that Sabrina was adopted but I didn't really clarify what type of adoption. Sabrina has been adopted as a foster child and Peter and Wendy are her forester parents. Enjoy!
I feel a sudden wave of dizziness. The brown wooden boards of the floor started spinning in front of me. Dots of black popped up in my vision. The dots turned to pools and they grew bigger and bigger and bigger….
My eyelids flutter open and are met with a blinding light. I shut my eyes again. There is a tang of cleaning products in the air. I can hear voices, they are just murmuring soft enough so that I can't understand them but that I know they are talking.
I can feel a rough fabric that covers my clothed body. Fortunately I am still wearing the clothes from before the incident. My whole body aches although most of all, my head.
I force my eyes to open once more and take in my surroundings. I recognize the chipped ivory celling above my head and as I sit up I realize I'm back in the orphanage. The empty beds alongside mine bring back dreadful memories. I shudder not believing this is happening again.
"You're awake!" exclaimed a chirpy female nun, my head spun round to the plump figure.
"Hello I'm Sister Penelope and I'm here to help you get back into your schedule of being an orphan." She said Orphan as if was an exciting and rewarding thing to be.
"I have a bag of goodies here with me" I realized she had a hint of an Irish accent by the way she pronounced Goodies "Your so lucky that a school has sponsored us! Look what we have here: a toothbrush, hairbrush toiletries and a jumper!" I gave her a fake smile but inside I was screaming at her to drop the act.
"Come on then lets have breakfast.".
Leaving the arrival room I followed the pink-cheeked Nun down the stairs and into a large warehouse-like room, the 'dining' room. No one was here that had been my friend as an orphan so I quickly grabbed a bowl of porridge and sat by myself at one end of the long table.
The porridge was worse than what I had a Peter and Wendy's house, it was grey, bland and there was more water than oats. Reluctantly I ate the lumps of oats trying not to cringe at the texture.
After breakfast Sister Penelope showed me to the kitchen where I washed all the orphans dishes.
After an hour of work I was able to have a half an hour break. I went to the upstairs girl quarters where I was situated and started exploring.
This was a room of 12 girls all around my age (16) and had 6 bunk beds and a small cupboard for each girl. The room was empty because the girls had gone on an overnight trip to a nunnery to see what it was like to be a Nun.
The only nice thing in the room was a large window on the east wall that looked out onto grey industrial buildings. The thing I liked about it was that you could just make out the Ferryport landing school of in the distance.
I imagine Crystal in a classroom -probably wondering where I am- doodling cartoons about dogs. I wave of sorrow drowns my happy thoughts as I long to be there with her.
Then I realize something horrid that Puck boy was probably half the reason I had to go to an orphanage!
The principle must have rung up Peter and Wendy and told them about my detentions. Surely Wendy wouldn't ditch me just because I had 'apparently' pulled a prank on her. My anger boils and I feed it by counting the rest of the laborious chores.
When night finally comes I opened the window to look out on the dark industrial buildings. A tear fell down my face as I realized I had lost hope.
The sounds of traffic in the distance cooed my despairing thoughts. No one was around at this time of the night so I found it strange that I could hear a soft beating noise.
Maybe someone else had their window open in the lower quarters. My thoughts of sadness continued on.
Why was I the one who had no family? Why did Peter hate me so much? The beating noise was getting louder and I was about to explore further when I heard the whisper of a familiar voice.
"Hey Grimm"