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The Orphan
Published May 16, 2012


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belara

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Hey guys!
Thanks for the comments! So this is Chp 2. I'll probably start chp 4 today so it shouldn't take very long for 3 and 4 to be out.

Thanks to all who've read this and special thanks to the ones who commented it really means a lot.

So, enough with all this chatter. Let's continue with the story.

Hey guys!
Thanks for the comments! So this is Chp 2. I'll probably start chp 4 today so it shouldn't take very long for 3 and 4 to be out.

Thanks to all who've read this and special thanks to the ones who commented it really means a lot.

So, enough with all this chatter. Let's continue with the story.
“Liz watch out!” CRASH!!!

Amy’s eyes snapped open, her heart beating fast and looked around terrified. Suddenly, the door opened and a Dr. Samantha Joyce walked in, realizing Amy was awake she smiled.

“Hey Amy, how’re you felling, hon?” she asked.

“I..I’m ok, I think,” she muttered.

All of a sudden, she remembered the crash.

“Sam! Where are Mom and Dad and Connor?! What happened? There was a crash and a bright light and… ”

“Amy, Amy sweetie, listen to me. You were in a car accident, that light was nothing more than a bright light,” she said soothingly, trying to calm down her best friend’s daughter.

“And Mom, Dad and Connor?” Amy asked with a trembling voice.

Samantha looked down saddened, “I’m sorry sweetie, they didn’t make it.”
It took her a few seconds for the meaning of those earth shattering words to sink in. They didn’t make it.

Dead.

Her lower lip trembled and she began to cry. Samantha tried to hug her but the little girl pulled away so she just stood there watching, trying not to cry herself.
That night was probably the worst night of her life: alone and scared. Nothing would ever be the same and she knew it, her family was gone and she had no one else.

Why me? Why did this have to happen?

The same thoughts kept crossing her mind over and over again until sleep finally came, a merciful blanket of peace and serenity to keep her safe and warm until the sun and the new day recalled her to a world of grief and despair.
Two days later she was taken to Social Services, where they’d decide her future. The thought of where she’d been sent to had haunted her every waking moment from the 1st morning but now it was finally here. It was time to face her new destiny. She was directed to the 14th floor by a smiling secretary and followed her instructions to the assigned office.

She stood there for a few minutes scared of what crossing that imposing door might mean. She could always leave the way she had come, escape and live in the forest with the magic fairies that one of her friends had told her about. It’d be fun and maybe she could become a fairy too!

But just as she was about to turn and run back to the elevator she remembered a not so distant memory of a time she’d wanted to turn and hide from things.

She’d been only 6…
The little girl towards the lake, it had always been one of her favorite spots in the area, she’d always felt happy and safe there. Clutching her teddy bear she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, which isn’t fast but for a 6 year old.

All of a sudden, she heard a voice behind her, calling her.

“Amy! Amy! Wait!”

She just kept running but it wasn’t long before she was caught.

“Hey, hey, kiddo calm down,” her father said smiling at her. “Where are you going?”

“To live with the fairies far, far away,” she stated fatter of factly.

“Can I come?”

“No, it’s just for little girls.”

“And Teddy? He isn’t a little girl.”

“Oh, he doesn’t count. He’s my friend,” she replied.

“So you’re leaving me, Connor and Mom?”

“Mommy’s mad at me and Connor’s mean.”

“He’s not mean, he’s just teasing ya, princess and about Mommy, she’ll be fine in a few minutes. So why leave?”

”Because, because…”

“There’s no because, is there? No, you’re just trying to avoid a problem and sooner or later, it’ll catch up with you. I may not know where the fairies live, but problems do.”

“I guess…”

“Well, you know what the Monty Boys say…”

“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition! Bu Dad, what does that have to do with me going off with the fairies?”

“Oh, nothing, it just makes you laugh,” Arthur replied and started laughing, Amy soon joining. He smiled at his daughter and taking her hand said:

“Let’s go home ok kiddo?”
Amy stifled a sob and cleared her head. Her father was right, she couldn’t run away from her problems, no matter how appealing going to the fairies might seem.
Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door.

“Come in!”

Amy walked in nervously and the man behind the desk looked up.

“Ah, you must be Amy. I’m William Hollingsworth; it’s nice to finally meet you.” He said with a charming smile.

“Good morning Mr. Hollingsworth, Sir,” she replied.

“Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable.”
“Well, Amy, I can only imagine how awful these past few days have been for you and I want you to know that I’m here to help you in anything you need. Alright? Excellent. Now, our records state that you’ve got no other family either here in Hidden Springs or anywhere else. Is that correct?” Amy nodded silently and waited for Mr. Hollingsworth to proceed.

“Very well then, under the present circumstances and seeing that you’ve got no other family members or godparents to take you in…”

“My mommy told me that Sam’s my godmother. Does that mean that she can turn me into a princess like Cinderella’s godmother?” she asked sitting up straighter in her eagerness. The man smiled at her sadly.

“I’m afraid that although Ms. Joyce has already volunteered to take you in this will not be possible due to some legal issues. I’m sorry Amy.”

“Oh, ok,” Amy mumbled in a small voice.

“You will therefore be placed in the custody of a foster home here in Hidden Springs.”

He then turned to the door and called out

“Ms. Angelista if you could please come in!”
Amy turned to the door as it opened and a beautiful,tall dark haired woman walked in. She had an air of purpose and control about her that frightened Amy a bit but when she spoke it was with such a kind voice that she couldn’t help being reassured.

“Hi Amy, I’m Beatrice. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she replied adding a hurried thank you as she remembered her manners.

“Amy, this is Beatrice Angelista, she runs the local foster home and has agreed to take you in. I can assure you that we’re sending you to one of the best homes there are.”

“Oh, Mr. Hollingsworth, you flatter me. I try my best but I’m sure my home isn’t one of the best!” Beatrice said with a laugh.

Mr. Hollingsworth smiled and turned to Amy.

“Well then, in a few days Ms. Angelista will pick you up and you’ll be able to go home with her. Any questions?”

“Just one, will I be able to go home and pick up my toys?”

Mr. Hollingsworth nodded. “This very afternoon you’ll be taken to your residence and you may collect up to two suitcases with anything you want, including toys, clothes, books or anything else.”

Amy nodded.

“Now, there’ll be an officer downstairs to escort you back. Good luck Amy.”
Two days later, Ms. Angelista picked Amy up and drove her out of town. Amy had been excited about leaving Social Services, everything there was so gloomy and depressing and besides, Ms. Angelista had seemed nice. Now however, she seemed more distant and cold, telling her to be quiet and stop asking questions whenever Amy opened her mouth.

She was beginning to feel scared again and looked at the imposing woman with more fear than hope.
They finally, got to an old house on the outskirts of town, waiting for them was a boy of about 15.

Ms. Angelista got out of the car and snapped at Amy to do the same. Then she strode over the house, not before calling out to the boy,

“She’s all yours. You know what to do.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”
The boy turned to Amy with a smile,

“Hi I’m Andy, you’re Amelia right?”

She nodded, scared. He must have noticed it because he crouched down beside her and said

“Don’t mind her, she just thinks too much of herself because she’s apparently related to Tiara Angelista.”

“Really? She’s like a movie star right?”

“Yep, in Bridgeport. Now, let’s get you settled in and you can meet the other kids.”

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#1jadababy2003VIPMay 17, 2012

Great beginning. Can't wait for more!

#2kelleyj17May 18, 2012

I love the flow of your writing! It's so poetic. The story is great, but it would be cool to see more pictures to go with the text.

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