Grabbing hold of the big handle that led to the head-spinning staircase, I slumped against the door. The orphanage mush came up my throught, crawled it's way to my mouth. I tryed to force it back down. Then, I threw up. It tasted worse coming up than going down. I grabbed a mop and cleaned up my mess. I slowly made my way to to the kitchen and drank two big glasses of cold, refreshing water. Divine, I thought. A word we were learning in School. It meant amazing. I pressed my forehead to my dormitory door and tried to open it. It took much effort. Lucky for me, Alan was awake, she was a maid in the orphanage. She smiled and opened the door for me. I crawled to my hard, corn stalk bed and fell asleep immedatly.
I woke up to the sound of "Where is that wretched girl! JAMACICA!" I leaped out of bed and threw on my best pink daisy dress. It was Sunday! I was supposed to be helping! Sunday was the day
that people came into the orphanage to adopt kids. I pushed my feet into my black granny boot flats. I did my hair and found Keith waiting for me. "Come on, Canter and 'Lota's waitin'." He grinned.
I smoothed out my dress and bounded outside. Miss Alota was sitting on a bench talking to Mrs. Canter and another couple, was I adopted? "Oh! Come here dear!" Trilled Miss Alota in her sweetiepie
voice. As I got closer, the couple looked familier. "Texas, plantation, lets go." The man grunted. My eyes widened, I wanted to scream. Instead, I punched the man in the face and ran away, leaving
a bewildered pack of women behind. I threw off my daisy dress and put on my ugliset brown work overalls. I ran down the spinning stairs and thrust open the closet door. I sat down in a corner and
cried, sobbed was more like it. They coudn't give me to them! They could never! "Hey, Jamie, its us Keith and Willie." Said a muffled voice. I forced myself to open the door a crack.
They came in and calmed me down. "That was good punch." Laughed my brother Willie.
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