Shifting her weight suddenly Meley bolted toward to window. It had been left open in the case that something like this did happen.
"No!" screamed the woman.
Meley stepped up onto her night stand and flung herself out the window. A blaze of warm air hit her face and the smell of smoke seeped up her nose. Suddenly she was falling.
The orphanage had been a rather tall building, many stories off the floor, and now Meley was falling from the very top of them all. The wind ripped passed her. Her clothing fought desperately against the rush of air. Meley's hand had flung up to her head to keep her hat from sailing off. She liked that hat a lot.
Tilting her head Meley could see the ground rushing at her. In seconds she would hit the pavement.
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