These three were childhood friends. Arabella, Lucas and Arka. By the time they turned 7, the three of them were approaching the main gate, huge in size. The gate holds many mysteries and is a question mark to the children of the orphanage, as approaching the gate is a probate stipulated by mama. But the three of them were curious and approached him for a little look-see.
"What is this?" by the iron bars, Arabella asks.
"The gate," replied his friend arka. "Connecting the inside with the outside world," continues the sentence.
"The outside world, huh? We never go out once," Arabella turns her head.
"That's because we're always inside," Lucas turned.
"Oh, yeah, you said that, didn't you? The gate and fence are dangerous, so don't go near it" Arabella is still holding the iron bars of the gate.
"Obviously that's a lie, right?" Arka does that all the time, she doesn't believe in the laws mom set.
"Hey, Arka?" call Arabella in a cheerful tone, turning. "What would you do if you were out in the world?" he asked innocently.
"I don't know" replied Arka, his face always looking flat. "And you?"
"I want to ride an elephant!" Arabella laughs excitedly. But Lucas beside him fell silent as he looked down the corridor connecting the outside world, but the iron gate blocked him.
"These bars are shattered" Lucas tried to grab her. "These bars actually protect us from what, huh?" their eyes focused on seeing into the dark passageway of question. That question remained unresolved until the three of them grew up.
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At exactly 6:00 a.m., the clock rang, the sun went up from his cot. The sound of birds chirping was melodious. I woke up early, looked around, my friends were still fast asleep. Our beds were neatly stacked together like any other dormitory. All of us lived in spacious boarders, green grass, with luxuriant trees. But our orphanage was far from human settlements, to be exact, deep in the forest.
"Everybody, get up!" I shouted out loud. "You'll be late for breakfast."
One by one my friends started to wake up, her face showing signs of still holding back. They get out of bed, clean up first, then go for breakfast. October 12th, this is today, my friend Thalia's birthday. On her birthday, we'll all be celebrating a party for Thalia. My friends were so happy, they were running around, playing tag with each other. I'm still in the dorm room making sure everyone's awake.
"Good morning dev, Thalia and your little puppet, the panda," I greeted them, smiling.
"In the morning, Arabella," Thalia smiled with her little face.
I was in the dining room, and my best friend, Lucas and arka were pushing a large container of food. The three of us were 11 years old, the most mature of the other children. So we were put in charge of organizing and organizing the children.
"Morning, Arka!" I greet them as I play with the children.
"Morning, Arabella!" says Lucas, smiling, and so is arka.
"You're on fire. Without eating breakfast," Lucas and arka smiled while pushing a big dish with food. I was carrying a small child on my back.
"How old are you? Five years?" said arka, he smirked at me while he laughed.
"Just like you guys, 11 years old," my face is folded, annoyed. They were annoying, especially arka, even though she always looked flat, but she was always bullying me. Mama's voice came behind me, laughing. I turned.
"Mama goes too?" my face gets folded.
"Arabella, can you help me?" with a smiley face, she called out to me. I hugged him right away. "My mom wants to improve my personality."
"Why, Bella? "You looked at me, smiling.
"Do I look like I'm five?" Mama grabbed my face, I looked back at him.
"You're the most mature one here and considers the whole family," mom and I looked at each other. She looked so beautiful, and looked so young, even though she was about 40 years old. She always wore her black and white like a nun. "Thank you, Mama!" I smiled.
Mama rang the bell, the sign was breakfast. All the children gathered at the long dining table, there were three long tables in the middle of the dining room. They were already sitting in rows neatly facing each other. Mama stood in front of them, smiling.
"Good morning, my sweet children," mom greeted us all. Her face was so beautiful, fresh, her blue eyes looked like shimmering. Mama is doing her sentences. "Let's be thankful that the 38 sisters can live here happily," mama led the gratefulness, their fists clenched with her head bowed, reverence.
"Enjoy eating the children!" mama said. "Bon appetit," they answered unitedly. Children devour their food. Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, on the nape of our necks, there were four digits. I don't know exactly what number it was, maybe our date of birth, but I hope it's not a number. Across the dining table, mama was feeding Thalia, now she's only 12 and today is her birthday. His face is so cute cute cute, especially when he smiles.
"You are like a baby, Thalia," mom smiles, her hands wiping Thalia's lips from leftovers.
"This is my last day at the orphanage, right ma?" Thalia looks sad, because tonight someone will pick her up. Mom nodded and then hugged her.
At exactly 8:00 a.m., all children are expected to enter a classroom, take a written test for training their brain intelligence. Any one question, should be answered within 10 seconds with above-average difficulty. They all focused and worked hard on it. Before long, they were finished. Mama passed out live paper.
"Well, I'll share the proceeds, yes" I stood in front of them. "Lucas, Arka, Arabella. You three are awesome! Again with a perfect score." Mom's smiling. Arabella cheered the loudest, the other children amazed at them, Lucas smiled. - Arka? Don't ask him, he ACTS unconcerned, with his chin up with his flat face.
"These three are indeed different, yes" one of the children whispered to a friend next to her.
Lucas the genius, he's a strategist, handsome face, bright eyes.
Arka was no different from him, he was called the smart one, his face was always flat like no matter what was around him and one other thing that made him annoying, he was stubborn.
Arabella, who is both physically and clever enough to be fooled by them. They were childhood friends. The boy had never existed before, Mama was so proud of the three of them.
"Lucas!" shouted one of the kids, his age at his age, his name is dev. "I dare you to play chase!" his face looks upset, because Lucas always gets the perfect score, but he's pissed off just to joke. Lucas turned his head and smiled.