Once upon a time... Oh, I know it's a charming and typical intro for a story, especially fairytales, but this part of my story happened a couple of years ago. However, it's not a fairytale. I have no prince in my life, and I am not looking for one. A princess? Uh...
Well...
Anyway, going back to my story, I'm sticking to that once upon a time introduction, though. Here it goes.
Once upon a time, in a far, far away town, a sturdy building stood. It has tall, sharp fences, and this place is where some children were once locked in with creepy, ugly monsters guarding it, making sure no poor tiny single soul of these kids could escape. And when a perfect, lucky or unlucky time comes, these children are going to be exiled. Some of them feel happy, while some are sad. Others wish to stay, and others strive hard to escape. This place was called the Hoover-Cole Orphanage.
And no, this is not a horror or thriller story, a tragedy, or a superhero story. It's just a story of my life, and it began when I was born and grew up in an orphanage. I don't know who my parents were, of course. And I couldn't care less. They never cared about me, so I'm just returning the favor.
My name is Blue. Just Blue. And Trouble is my friend, but we aren't so close. I am not too fond of getting into trouble, but it seems to like me so much, no matter how hard I try to avoid it.
I have a best friend. Her name was Greene. Well, some of us have names that were based on our eye colors, and they were given to us by Miss Martel Hoover, the strictest, most horror-looking-and-sounding head of the guardians of the place she owned. It's her queendom, and we are said to be the lucky ones because, at least, we had a place to stay. She's not wrong, though.
Everything was going great with my best friend and me. We lived like how normal kids in our community do. Yet, we didn't know what was outside the fence, how was it to have people who you could call your mom and dad, how does it feel to meet lots of different people of different ages, see what the establishments they call malls, cinemas, amusement parks, and other buildings look like in person, and how it's like to be outside this place.
I once wished to be adopted by a family, but knowing that I wouldn't see my best friend if that happened, I tried my best to make lots of trouble with her in the orphanage so that families would never like us and take us away from each other. We learned to love to stay in that place and love the people who take good care of us, even Miss Hoover, who always punishes me as I would do everything to make my best friend away from any setback.
But then, nothing stays forever, right? Even the word promise is said to be meant to be broken. Of course, we can't hold time and lots of other stuff, especially other people's choices and dreams in life.
I was left alone in the orphanage. I tried to understand things, but there are a few I just can't. I felt okay that, at least, she would finally experience how it was to have a family. But the part I hated was... She broke a promise. Promises. She never returned even to say hi on that day she promised she would come back to meet me.
Then I hoped that Greene would still come to ask forgiveness, but many months passed, there were no signs of her. So, I gave up on waiting for her. What's the point?
I was mad at my best friend, my only friend. And I began to hate her so much much as the place.
Finally, I escaped from that hell hole and found myself on the streets. It's hard, but I'm tougher. I survived. Until my life was challenged that almost pushed me to the edge of it. Being good to other people is good, but being brave and good is better. Though I almost died at that moment of my life, it had become a reason why a lovely couple took me into their cozy home. They became my parents. And I have a sister, and she's nice but annoying at times.
I had become Karol Blue Wolfe.
Then one day, while I was watching television, I saw her. My best friend. She had dyed her hair blonde, and she looked so beautiful with it. From that moment, my hate towards her flamed up. How could she be on TV but never ever take just one tiny bit of her time to meet me and say sorry? Did she forget about me already? How funny. Even her new name was funny. Danielle "Elle" Rory? Pfft. It sounds like sh*t to me.
And I had sworn never to listen nor watch anything she would make, and I will try my best to forget those moments we ever shared.
This is the beginning of my story. And read it to find out how this would end.