Recap
You're welcome to the ABBEY OF GLASSOMANIA
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Morgan's pov
ma'am. So I see you are here to
register your child the woman said.
That was all I heard because every other thing was so boring.
Okay she starts today and I don't want to hear anything about her until she has
changed, that is my mom's voice selling me off indirectly.
After they said their goodbyes I was led to a classroom. I guess Mum has already told
them about my class. I walked in slowly with my fingers crushing each other. This will be
your classroom starting from tomorrow. She said before leading me up the staircase on
the upper part of the building, the moment we passed the fifth floor the beautiful
staircase which I had seen from the ground floor slowly began to look ugly the stair
creaky and shaking the walls void of color and no source of ventilation, I felt so sad and
I needed no one to tell me what my faith would be. Finally getting to the last floor and
our supposed destination, I began to feel a heavy wind capable of blowing one's feet off
the ground. I wrapped my hands around my body trying to shield the cold the heavy
breeze was blowing at me. We got to a door and the sister pushed it open and moved
to the side without entering, she let me in, I stood for a while taking a deep breath
before walking in the moment I stepped in she closed the creaky door shut,
I stood quietly staring at the closed door before turning to see the inside. I was caught
off guard, I expected a lot but not this, this was to the extreme, no sheets, broken beds,
broken windows, no drapes, everywhere stinks of urine, sweat, and some other thing I
could not quite fathom, I couldn't breathe, the air was suffocating, at the same time I
needed something to keep myself warm, the broken window had made it easy for the
chilly night breeze to get in.
It's okay you don't need to cry everything will be fine someday, a calm voice said to me,
I sniffed I didn't realize I had been crying because I was too drowned in my thoughts. I
looked back to see a pair of blue sea eyes staring at me, eyes big, a pointed nose,
black hair looking tattered and dirty, packed up in a messy bun, and pale skin with
bruises all over she was a disgusting site to behold. My name is Anita this is Mira, she
said gesturing towards a girl with brown eyes and brunette hair who looked weak and in
so much pain, this is john, she said pointing at a boy who was shivering lightly with a
trace of a tear line around his eyes, he also has blue eyes but, he is kind of dimmer than
Anita's, he also looked bruised, tattered, dirty, with disgusting skin I gulped down an
invisible lump in my throat, she went on introducing every other person, and this is
Anabella she said pointing to a girl who rolled her eyes at me with contempt shining in
her eyes.
what's your name and why were you sent here anita asked me. Why are you asking her
isn't it obvious she has been a bad child and a stubborn one That's why she is here no