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 Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 1:07 pm
Prologue
Leaves rustled from the ground and flew in the air, as if there was wind blowing them. However, the branches were still, and there was no sign of a wind. All was calm and quiet. A man stepped out from the shadows, his coat flying and surrounding his long legs. The man walked quietly, making no sound. He approached a large gate, after walking for sometime, pressing his hand on the lock. The lock fell off, landing suspiciously quietly onto the hard cement ground. The moon was covered by clouds. There was an eerie silence. The man threw open the gates and walked swiftly, down a long path. He was approaching a large, broken-down house. He had come here for one thing, and one thing only....
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 1:20 pm
Chapter One
Ginny stared out, through a window, clutching at the bars. Where she lived was an orphanage, but it was more like a jail. it was dark, and a haunting place. Dead leaves flew through the air. Ginny sighed and stepped back from the barred window. Ginny looked around the gloomy room. She shared this room with ten other girls, and being the smallest, she slept in a little corner, where the dust gathered and spiders built webs. Ginny had little belongings. She only had a necklace, in which she managed to keep, simply because there was no way to take it off. Attached to the chain of the necklace was a simple, black stone.
Smelling food from downstairs, Ginny's stomach grumbled. She had, once again, argued with the matron. The matron was a gruff woman, always punishing Ginny and other children. The matron was easily angered, which was why, for the 3rd day in a row, Ginny had no dinner. Ginny sighed and sat down, her back against the wall. This was her everyday life. It was 2025, and a lot had changed. The United States was in debt, prices were raised, and minimum wages were lowed. Whoever spoke out against the government was executed. There were more and more homeless people and more children were sent to the orphanage every day.
Orphanages were mass produced for children. Little food was given to orphanages. All children ate only a small bowl of watery gruel and a slice of hard bread. Children were began to be used for labor, to help build structures or to test out equipments. There were few billionaires, if any. Having $20,000 was considered a lot of money.
Ginny jumped suddenly as she heard a loud scream. She flattened herself on the floor and pressed her ear to the dusty, moldy wooden floor. She could barely hear what the matron was saying, well, shrieking.
"Who.....you? What....want?" Ginny strained to hear.
"Ginny!" Someone said. Ginny jumped and faced Zoe, an autistic girl who had, more specifically, Aspergers syndrome.
"Zoe?" Ginny asked incredulously. She had never heard Zoe...well, have any emotion in her voice. Having Aspergers syndrome, Zoe spoke in a monotone voice and was obsessed with collecting things.
"You have to leave, now!" Zoe said firmly, looking at Ginny straight in the eye. Ginny frowned. Another symptom of Aspergers was not looking at people straight in the eye.
"Wh-what?" Zoe pushed Ginny, suddenly, as there were loud sounds of footsteps and a screaming matron. The original barred window were void of bars. Ginny stumbled, tripping over herself, and fell out of the window, landing on the ground, gently. Scrambling up, she stared back at the window.
"Wait..." Ginny frowns, staring at Zoe.
"Go! Run! Get out of here!" Zoe shouts. Ginny saw a man approach Zoe, and she watched, unable to move and petrified, as Zoe fell, her jacket blossoming red, and landing with a loud sound onto the cement. Ginny flinched as she heard bones snap.
"...G-go..." Zoe murmured. Ginny didn't have to hear anymore. She sprinted away from Zoe, away from the dreaded place, past the gates, turning left, and dove into a forest.
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