I left the shop confused and embarrassed. I knew it was real. I mean, I still had the old lady's book, so it must be real.
I had bought some pastries since the oner was not there, and I felt bad. I was eating them on my way to the orphanage when a saw an expensive looking car packed not too far away.
It was a new Bugatti sports car. Its black exterior made my mouth water. I wanted that care. People started to shove me out of the way due to the fixated way I stared at that car.
I wanted to own one so badly that it physically hurt me not to have it. Or maybe it was all the elbows I was getting.
Nevertheless, I will one day own that car. Even if it takes me years to get it. I
I continued my path back to the orphanage and when I enter, I got the shock of a lifetime.
There were two gorgeous women standing talking to the director. The one closest to the director was a stunning blond woman, who had a slim body. She was wearing a black suit that hugged her body, she looked as though that suit was always made to fit her slim frame. She looks like the owner of the Bugatti parked outside, since her suit looked so expensive.
The other woman was as equally attractive. She was a stunning brunette. Her body was also slim but unlike the first woman she had a few more curves and seemed to watch the two have their conversation. She was wearing a pencil skirt, a button-up white shirt and a black blazer. The outfit suits her, I thought, as I was trying to pass by without notice.
I was almost near the door when the woman in the tight fitted suit turned her head in my direction. I had not made a sound, but she could still detect me. As she looked into my eyes, I felt a cold chill spread across my body.
She is dangerous and I felt it. I stared into her soft brown eyes and felt every part of me fighting to escape. She seemed to notice my internal battle and smiled at me.
I returned the favour with a faint one. The directer looked in my direction and waved her hand at me, as a form of a small greeting. I gave her a small wave back and went back to minding my own business.
To be honest, I wish I had known when I was still at the orphanage how my life would change. If only I could have come a bit later, maybe the outcome would have changed. Just, possibly.
I headed back into my room and jumped onto my bed. I was o tired. I needed a nap. But before I could even roll over, Kimberly entered the room and started to scream at the top of her lungs.
I covered my ears to stop them from bleeding out. I would like to keep my eardrums.
Then suddenly, she jumped on top of me and started to embrace me. She seemed so happy and for that I was being crushed.
A few moments later, she calmed down and slowly got off me. I was half relived. She looked at me with a huge grin and said," We are moving to an island."
Did I just hear her right?
We are moving?? And to an island at that???
What is she m=smoking and is she welling to share it.
She saw my confused face and said," No, I am not smoking any drugs, if that is what you are thinking about."
Damn, I hated the fact that knew me so well.
"The Director just told me we were accepted to a prestigious school off the cost of Mexico. It's an island school that maximises study and peace. The director was chatting to the principal a while back. She exclusively wanted us to join."
"What is the name of the school?", I asked, tired and in pain. Today was not my day.
She smiled smugly and said with a posh tone to her voice,"The academy's name is Rosenwell Academy for the gifted and privileged. It sounds like a great school."
Why did I feel dread when I heard that name, I felt the sense of impending doom? Maybe I will figure it out letter in life.... Probably...