On the edge of the window, a girl's arm dangled in the air as she teased her cat. This girl in question had smooth brown skin, lovely almond eyes, a small nose and full heart shaped lips, her name was Tola. She was 14 years of age and lived in an orphanage in the middle of the city, due to its accessibility the children never remained there for long and then got adopted, having brown skin definitely made Tola stand out but whenever a couple made an effort to adopt her she would just stare at them until they got creeped out. Long story short, she wasn't adopted.
Tola smirked as she enjoyed the scene of the other kid's fighting, she wasn't normal and she knew it; whatever it was she knew she wasn't mentally balanced.
Sandy ran into her room and dragged her out without a word, her smile faded as she realized she had been drugged and taken into a dark alley. She didn't panic but calmly took out her phone and turned on its flashlight and made her way in. She was about to get out when some thugs surrounded her. She walked into their midst