Chapter 3 Mia

I sat up in the bed like a rocket. Somebody was hitting a frying pan creating so much noise to wake me up. I noticed that I wasn't the only person in the room. There were about 14 other girls in the room, each with their own bed. Then it hit me, I was in an orphanage. But why? I wasn't a little kid. I was old enough to be in the world by myself.

"Everybody up!" the woman with the frying pan yelled. "Out of bed! I'll be back in 5 minutes for inspection!" The woman left room while stomping.

I looked around. There were girls from ages 5 to 18 it seemed. Everybody was scrambling, making beds and changing clothes. I decided I should do the same. I think it is what the angry woman wanted. I got out of the bed and looked underneath it. There was two boxes. I pulled one out and there was some stuff in it. I pushed it back under the bed and pulled the other box out. Clothes. I grabbed a shirt and jeans. I quickly got dressed and added some socks. I don't think they would want me to wear shoes inside.

As the woman walked back into the room, everybody went silent. Everybody stood up strait in front of their beds, all were made except for mine. I quickly got in front of my bed just as the others did. Some girls were looking at my bed and we're sharing worried looks. I was very scared.

The woman went from bed to bed, occasionally yelling at a girl because the bed sheets weren't perfectly straight. I was doomed. I decided that I will call her Ms. Mean, but only behind her back of course.

When Ms. Mean reached my bed, she gave me a disgusted look. She towered over me and I felt like I was shrinking into a puddle on the floor.

"Petunia!" Ms. Mean yelled. "Take her to the chamber! I will be there after the inspection!"

A woman that was much smaller than Ms. Mean speed walked to me. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the room. I saw a girl giving a prayer as I passed her. Now I was very scared. I looked up at the woman who,must be Petunia. She gave me a look of disappointment. I was now more than scared. I was petrified.

When we reached the chamber, Petunia shoved me in a chair. She looked at me in a way that she didn't want whatever was going to happen to happen to me. My legs began to shake from fear.

The door to the chamber flew open, and Ms. Mean was in the doorway. She shoved Petunia out the door and slammed it behind her. Ms. Mean was giving me the death glare.

"This is the third time this month," she said. "What am I going to have to do to get you to learn? Usually I hold back because you are almost done with your bed. But not ever trying? You better wish you actually had a home."

She walked over to a table and picked up a needle. She put it over the flame of a candle and stepped towards me. She grabbed my arm and pressed the needle on my wrist. It burned, I tried to escape. It just made her push harder. Whenever she took it away I held my wrist and cried. When I looked up she was in front of me with a knife. I held my other hand out to her, bracing for pain.

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