Filler chapter time! This was originally part of a larger chapter but I felt bad for not updating for a while so I decided to give you an idea of Jackie’s first day.
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I stood in front of the old brick building and watched the shadows of kids playing cast on curtains. This was my new home now, for however long it might be. It took every ounce of courage I have saved up over my 13 years to ring the doorbell. The police car that brought me here had already driven off, leaving me alone in the dark. It seemed like hours since I pushed the little silver button next to the heavy oak door, there was still time to run, I had $5000 to my name. I could just drop everything and go. Buy a little apartment above a …show more content…
I tried my best to speak clearly, but it came out just above a whisper. “N-no, I uh, I’m supposed to be here…”I said. I looked at the cracks in the sidewalk next to my feet. There were 7 that branched out from one large one. “Well then get on in here, bad things happen when you are alone at night.” She grabbed one of my bags and hurried me inside. Inside the building was sign, “Cassie Larson’s Home for Girls”. With the yellow lighting, faint smell of cigarettes, I could tell this wasn’t the most professional establishment, but as far as I could tell, it was the only orphanage in 50 miles. The girl put my bag down next to a desk and yelled to somebody in a back room. “Hey! Martha! Were we expecting anybody?” She turned to me. “What’s your name kid?” she asked.
“Jacqueline Fanno” I replied, surprised I didn’t stutter. She turned back toward a woman walking towards the front desk from the back room.
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I just want to lay here and snuggle my scratchy sheets and fluffy pillow, something that would comfort me. I could still feel the heat of the fire on my skin, and see the flames wherever I looked, I could still smell the smoke, and I could still hear the screams of the fire and the ones caused by them. But, I have to do something, even if I just walk down to the food place, it’s still something. I forced myself out of my bed, still wearing the clothes from yesterday, laced with soot ashes. In the lighting of the lobby you wouldn’t have noticed, but know you couldn’t not see it. I took out a random gray tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and my converse. It had only been a week since the fire and day since I was released from the hospital. The burn was still red and it was sensitive if I let something like fabric touch it for too long. I turned to the door and left my
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I stood in front of the old brick building and watched the shadows of kids playing cast on curtains. This was my new home now, for however long it might be. It took every ounce of courage I have saved up over my 13 years to ring the doorbell. The police car that brought me here had already driven off, leaving me alone in the dark. It seemed like hours since I pushed the little silver button next to the heavy oak door, there was still time to run, I had $5000 to my name. I could just drop everything and go. Buy a little apartment above a …show more content…
I tried my best to speak clearly, but it came out just above a whisper. “N-no, I uh, I’m supposed to be here…”I said. I looked at the cracks in the sidewalk next to my feet. There were 7 that branched out from one large one. “Well then get on in here, bad things happen when you are alone at night.” She grabbed one of my bags and hurried me inside. Inside the building was sign, “Cassie Larson’s Home for Girls”. With the yellow lighting, faint smell of cigarettes, I could tell this wasn’t the most professional establishment, but as far as I could tell, it was the only orphanage in 50 miles. The girl put my bag down next to a desk and yelled to somebody in a back room. “Hey! Martha! Were we expecting anybody?” She turned to me. “What’s your name kid?” she asked.
“Jacqueline Fanno” I replied, surprised I didn’t stutter. She turned back toward a woman walking towards the front desk from the back room.
” A Jacqueline …show more content…
I just want to lay here and snuggle my scratchy sheets and fluffy pillow, something that would comfort me. I could still feel the heat of the fire on my skin, and see the flames wherever I looked, I could still smell the smoke, and I could still hear the screams of the fire and the ones caused by them. But, I have to do something, even if I just walk down to the food place, it’s still something. I forced myself out of my bed, still wearing the clothes from yesterday, laced with soot ashes. In the lighting of the lobby you wouldn’t have noticed, but know you couldn’t not see it. I took out a random gray tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and my converse. It had only been a week since the fire and day since I was released from the hospital. The burn was still red and it was sensitive if I let something like fabric touch it for too long. I turned to the door and left my