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Prelude

I never thought there was anything special about me . Parents didn't think so. I suppose that's why they set me up for adoption. Still I can't help but to think I was meant for something more.

Chapter 1

I now, and probably forever will, live at Maxwell Catholic Orphanage. My parents sent me here five years ago when I was 9. The night before they brought me here, I quietly snuck down the stairs and over heard them talking. Mother, she was distributing what I was to be when I grow up. Father, had other plans. He thought that a daughter for a first born would ruin the family business, and he needed a son as first born. He talked of throwing me in an old well, or locking me in the top floor of a lighthouse. Of course, mother never wanted anything bad to happen to me, so she pitched out a plan.

Mother, Father, and I walked down the lonely streets of New York. Rats ran across my feet as the barking of stray dogs filled the air. We passed several hobos and drug dealers. Each in which, stared directly at the silver locket around my neck.

Once we got to the stair way of the Orphanage, father reached for something in his pocket, while mother hugged and kissed me as she apologized for the way our paths had to be diverged. She unlatched the Charm bracelet from her wrist and fastened it around my own. She kissed my forehead again and stepped back near father. He pulled out a hand pistol and pointed it at my mother. Her facial expression is what killed me the most. It was calm and blank, as if she new this was going to happen. Mother walked down into the middle of the street and paused. The bullet pierced her skull and filled the streets with blood. The gun shot filed the streets with a load banging noise.

Then father turned toward me and said his favorite line, "Fo' get about it." Then he rang the doorbell and ran off, of course you know the rest. They took me in and I have never gotten adopted yet.

So now I sit, staring out the window at the grey, clouded sky as it flaked down snow and ice.

The other children that live here are playing out on the lawn, making snow men and having snow ball fights.Those idiots! How can they play in these weather conditions? I sink my face into a pillow. Today is the anniversary of my mothers murder. The sun peaks through the clouds and shined off my mothers charm bracelet. The load speaker came one. "Rose, of room 676, come to the administration office immediately." The crackle voice boomed. I slowly got up and walked over to the door. I sat debating whether or not I was going to go or not. Then I solemnly walked down the halls.

As I enter the room, a chill runs up my spin. There are two people sitting in chairs in front of the deans desk. A man and a woman. They appear to be married, but you can never be sure about these things. The woman is small and skinny, looks about my size. She had beady eyes hidden behind her thick rimmed glasses held up by a beak like nose. Her husband was a tall, well build man. He had wavy brown hair and a face that looked like it was carved by the gods. I looked back at the woman and then at the man, and back again. I never would consider myself pretty in anyway, but compared to her, I was a supermodel.

The dean stood up and walked over to me. With his arm around my shoulder he said," Rose, this is Mr. Marshall and Mrs. Marshall, they are your new foster parents." For a few moments I sat waiting for some one to pinch me and I wake up. It never happened. I took a deep breathe and let it out slowly. "Go to your room and get your things they'll be waiting for you in the car parked outside." the dean said as he ushered me out of the room. As the door shuts behind my back, I feel a great amount of relief. I never thought I would ever get adopted. Now it's happened.