fun part is yet to

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raordinary about me until one fateful day when I was

. And apparently, they had no interest in knowing me. The fact that gave me up for

r things: going to the lake hidden in the woods behind the adoption agency building, playing with the other girls

a project in school, though, my partners would barely peep a word, too engrossed by my strange golden irises. At least they di

ia

where I was absentmindedly

to decide if I would actually pay atten

around me. I chocked on her strong, too sweet perfume, try

en in my usual monotone,

see you, Mia? Honestly, child, sometimes I wonder if y

has proven me wrong. My parents and friends all abandoned

yes widened. Today was my eighteenth b

kicking

about it, but you will have to move out tonight. Why don't you stay for dinner, at leas

ot only thought he was King It around the adoption agency, he also had a malicious obsession with hair: pulling it,

nched instinctively at my intense glare, no doubt intimidated by my g

ia

" I cut her off

't snapped on her. She hurried out of the room, glanci

world, meet new people, enjoy life, and all the wh

under my breath, seeing her wild hair dart down the hallway,

uple of times, stirring up clouds of dust that had created a thin film over the plain bla

willingly, collecting my clothes and toiletries in gentle gusts and setting them in my bag. I gathered my f

der at the single bed with one pillow and pale pink sheets. There were four, one bed in each corner. The white walls an

cause I honestly had no right to come back to it. Someone would replace me, and then someone else woul

tails and half-dressed boys running around. Without any children, though, it was glaringly bare and plain. Not even a single

sh, though. She'd rather spend th

ight wonder in their eyes, amazed that I was going to leave the orphanage and face the wor

action. They would get more food on their pla

her snapping at them like I usually would have. They might as well look at me for the last time. Even so, they leaned unconsciously back in their seats, alwa

, and no kind of information could be found on the Internet, true or fictional. Not that I would know if what I was reading was factual. I only had my own experie

ugging my hat down to conceal my eyes. I didn't need to freak anyone out tonight, when it was dark and I was all alone. The weakly flickering streetlights were the only source of light to guide a

ling fingers. My breath clouded in front of my face, and

had no money, I noticed a man running my way. I thought he was just going to pass by and contin

our Big Mac if you can sne

aybe

l, I'm sure you're big too, but can I just ge

My stomach rumbled in agreement. Dang it, why did Mrs. Britt have to tick me off? Why did Tommy have to smile so smugly when I was leaving, an

man didn't run past me. In fact, he stopped directl

he gasped,

hought he knew me. It's not like I was his long lost niece or

nguage that sounded like Swahili, but I couldn't be

King was

nd if he was indeed speaking Swahili—when h

t go to him." He spoke q

h someone else, " I said terse

" he called, easily catching up to

r game you're playing. You're looking for some other chic

much rougher than he had before. "You belong to

ne. Let me g

lways wondered how your eyes changed color and you

that. How di

shoving a train ticket in my hand. "You wi

ustrated that this guy seemed to know more about my

ou will have all the answers you see

eared into the night, becoming

tered in the breeze, and I gripped it tighter. Where e

ation that I didn't know would tak

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