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Orange Milk

Novel By: RazzleColaYing
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This is not Fantasy. This is not Adventure. Or romance. Or Crime. This is Orange. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 9, 2008    Reads: 114    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


CHAPTER 1

Novgrod was the girl whose name was a place in Sweden. She was an outspoken yet shy person. She never argued yet she could quarrel just as well as anyone else could. She didn't pick between black and white; she always picked grey. She was everything. At school, because she is as old as you are, she had as many friends as you have, but still she had none. She was exactly in between.

There wasn't much that surprised her, and she wasn't much afraid of anything, except strawberry soap of course. She didn't always get As on her tests, but she didn't always get Fs either. Novgrod was nothing.

So one day, when she was sitting alone in the Breakfast Hall of wherever she was, she made a simple, principled decision. She was going to have cereal for breakfast.

Out came the milk, and the box of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch. The milk carton had a photo on it -as it usually does- of a missing child. Novgrod always looked at this picture, every Thursday, Friday, Wednesday and Saturdays at midnight or at breakfast. She was picky in that way.

She had identified 235.2 of the children shown on the milk cartons, since she was about as young as you were when you were about 4 or 5 years old. The 0.2 of the children she had seen, were not really full children, they were babies. But Novgrod never told the police when she had seen the children, because she didn't think it her place in society to tell others where others were. They were missing for a reason.

Everything has a reason.

Today, she pealed away the scratch 'n' sniff sticker that had surprise pictures behind them. She had figured out the "Missing Children" came up on paticular days, when she had breakfast on Thursday, Friday and Wednesday mornings.

Today, the picture was of a girl named Novgrod Smithings. 'Oh.' She thought to herself. Not many people had the same name as her.

She looked carefully at the picture. The girl in it resmembled her tremendously. Even their surname was the same. How interesting.





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