Chapter 12 - Hard Life at the Orphanage(3)
In the corridors of the orphanage 'Angel's hand" there was a lot of fuss and noise, as it was in a beehive.
Although it was a small orphanage, with hardly any room for 25 children, there were actually over 50 little angels living here.
Plus Miss Blackwood and a janitor who should provide the security of the area. As you can see he was not quite effective, considering that anyone could walk in the middle of the night in this orphanage, as it happened the night before.
There was also a very nice cook, whom the children especially liked when she offered them a little dessert, for example the popular Sunday donuts, not too sweet, but they were a delicacy for these children. One could say the cook was the only person that some of the children liked.
And of course there was also Aaron Harp, the director of this orphanage.
The orphanage building had dark corridors and sloping walls, with ragged cloths stuffed in the broken windows to prevent the cold, with little effect, with old blankets mended too many times. Perhaps they were mended by the children who slept under them, because it was done in a clumsy way.
But even so ... it was a place called home by all those children abandoned by parents forever, left to chance.
If one looked into these children's eyes in the morning, eyes which showed no sign of joy, one could realize that days in this orphanage were not quite pleasant.
Howbeit ... it was much better than outside, where you could lose your life in a moment or worse, to struggle to survive all alone.
And they all knew it ... especially the two little girls who were different from the other tired, sad children.
One of them was ten now, with blond hair, frail and dressed in some old clothes, she outgrew.
The other was dressed in the same way, but in dark-coloured clothes, still slightly plump, but extremely nice.
The little blonde was Elizabeth. The other girl had got darker eyes and hair almost the same as Elizabeth's. Even her skin was quite similar to Elizabeth's. She was Dorothy, almost a head taller than Elizabeth. If you didn't know they came from different places and from different families, you could swear they were sisters.
Both girls swept the stairs to the bedrooms.
'Beth, do you want to climb the roof again tonight? To look at the stars. They're so beautiful ..."
'Sure, Dorothy. I just hope it won't rain as it happened last week," the girl said squeezing out a smile.
The two girls looked at each other and started laughing. Even though they had problems with the rain the week before, ending up soaked like two cats fallen in a wash basin, the two girls laughed out loud when they remembered that day.
'Do you remember Miss Blackwood yelling at us when she found us so wet ... how she ran after us with that rod in her hand?"
'She managed to hit my leg. Look, I still have the blue mark," Dorothy showed Beth.
'She didn't hit me. Though, she could do it ..."
Dorothy looked at her friend. She smiled at her dearly, but also sighed.
'Miss Blackwood beat me quite often. Still, she never beat you ... Maybe because I'm older than you," Dorothy smiled without much conviction, standing on tiptoe to look taller.
Withal, she quickly stepped normally again and began to sweep the floor, but only for a moment. She paused and leaned into the sweep like a Templar leaning on his sword, displaying a lofty posture as if she won an important battle.
'I could understand that. However, I will never understand how Miss Blackwood manages to find you all the time. She looks like spying you. As if she had an invisible string tied to you and her hand, and all she has to do is look for the other end to find you.
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