SORRY FOR GRAMMAR AND SPELLING

Elsa's POV

It was just a blur. One moment my fingers were plucking the stings of the old guitar, under a high way bridge that looked over a river nearby. Next moment I spot a man, in the sea of strangers who go on with their lives. It's weird to think humans are just empty bodies with  fancy expensive suits wrapped tightly around them, floating in a orbit of space. He walked over and threw a dollar into the small hat I owed, on the ground. He gave a small smile, I could see the sympathy coating his eyes. He was a old man, probably in his 60's,  a long blue trench coat hugged him from the cold, my eyes landed one his smart black shoes then back to his wrinkled face. My grip on my guitar became tighter as our conversation was mute to the world.

The car ride was fairly quiet, I didn't mind though. I quite like it, it's as if the silence was hugging me. My eyes looked at that rain droplets sliding down the cold window. My head pressed against the window as the man began to speak.
" It's a great place, you know, lots of kids just like you" Just like me, if that's true, then what kind of hell hole is the world. I had no response, and I think he understood. I could see his soft eyes looking at me through the rear view mirror, as if a father was looking at his daughter. I shiver at the thought of my father. These scars came from somewhere...someone. I don't like thinking about him, he's like a phantom in my mind.

The car came to a stop, as the sound of the engine turned off. A large creamy yellow building stood behind the widow of the car. My breath hitched as I hide myself behind the blue, dirty fabric of my hoodie. A little worn, a little bit bloody, a little ripped, but what can I do? It's not like I'm dying.

The car door opened and I stepped out, anxiety grew in me, eating away at my stomach to my throat. The feeling strangled me like a snake wrapping it's tight grip around my neck.
" go on, they don't bite" His voice said softly to me. My gaze fell upon the sign ' Elmtree house (orphanage) '.

As I make my entrance, I feel multiple eyes on me. My fingertips  gripped the material of my sleeves pulling them down, as if it would make a difference. I soon realise all of the children who were still gazing at me, were smiling at me with the biggest grins. A small tug on my pants catches my attention. A small girl, who looks to be at least 7, with two red pigtails resting on her shoulders giggled and said.
" welcome to the dumping grounds"

She reminds me of my own little sister, Anna. However, I haven't seen her in years, nor had contact with her.

A heavy hand was firmly placed on my shoulder.
" Everyone this is Elsa, she will be staying with us" John (the man) smiled with glee as he announced.
" hi" I waved awkwardly. Which they all replied to with many hellos and hi's and hey's.

After the introductions were made, I followed a girl around my age along the twisted corridors. Making our way to my new room.

Once stepping inside, the colours of dark purple walls surrounded me. A comfy looking bed that you could easily sink in, with fresh sheets and pillows sat in the corner in front of a window. There were other items in the room too. A wardrobe. A mirror. This was surely different then from my old house. I say house because it was definitely no home.
" here, whilst you get comfy I will get your hoodie washed and stitched " She said.
" I don't want to be a burden "
" nonsense, come on give it here" Her voice was mixed with hint of playfulness.

Returning the smile I hand her my hoodie. As soon as it was in her grip, the door closed and I was left alone.

Hm. The thought of school appeared in my mind. Starting school in a couple of days will be hell.
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Let my nightmares come true