Repunzel
#4
As I walked, a car pulled up on the road beside me. The window rolled down and there was an old couple looking a little concerned.
“Excuse me dear,” the woman said. “Are you lost?”
She was in her seventies, and had a kind look in her eyes, like when a grandmother spoke to her grandchild, not that I would know. But I felt as if I could trust her, so I answered “Yes, would you be able to drop me off into town?”
After my time in the woods by myself, I had come up with a plan for when I arrived at civilisation. When I came across a town, I would find an adoption agency and be sent to a nice home where I could go to school and make friends.
The woman smiled and said “of course, love, hop in.”
I opened the door and looked into the clean, nice smelling car. Slightly ashamed, I looked down at my clothes, which I had only washed about twice in the steam, and was covered in dirt and dried blood from all the rabbits I had caught. I had some more clothes thankfully, which I had never worn since leaving the house.
“Um, do you have a towel or something I could sit on?” I asked, not wanting to dirty the perfectly clean seats.
The couple looked at each other and just laughed, they told me to get in and stop worrying, so I did. The two were very easy to get along with, and for the half hour ride into town they asked me why I wanted to go to the adoption centre, so I told them that I had been in adoption for a long time now, which seemed like a believable story, so I stuck with it. When we arrived at the centre, we said our goodbyes and I walked into the building.
I walked up to the receptionist with a name badge with her name, Sharon. She looked up and smiled at me. Sharon was the kind of person who had a smile which made her look about ten years younger. When I asked to live there so I could find a family, she seemed surprised but said “Okay dear, I just have to ask a few questions. Starting with your name, where are your parents living and what are their names?”
I was a little embarrassed, because to be honest I didn’t know what my father’s name was. I had always just called him ‘father.’ I smiled a little shyly and said, “My name is Charlotte… Charlotte Smith. And uhh, well, my parents aren’t with us anymore.”
Sharon nodded, and smiled at me sympathetically. “Okay sweetheart. We just have to get government approval of you staying with us, which shouldn’t be hard, and it may take a while for a family to take you, so I will show you to your room.”
I let her lead me down a hall, hoping that the last name ‘Smith’ wasn’t too cliché. Truth was, I didn’t want anyone to know my last name, incase they knew my father and let him know where I was. I admit, I may have been a bit paranoid, but who wouldn’t be in a situation like that? I had run away from that house in the middle of nowhere, spent months in a forest with no contact to the outside world, and now I had made it to an adoption centre. I had come too far to go back now.
I followed her upstairs to a room where two girls were sitting on a bed talking and laughing. One of the girls was short, with amazingly blond hair that was almost white. The other was slightly taller and with dead straight black hair and a nose piercing.
“Charlotte, this is Victoria and Amie, you’ll be sharing a room with them until we find you a home.” Sharon said.
When Sharon left, an awkward silence settled over the three of us. Then the girl with the piercing stuck out her hand and said “Hi, I’m Victoria, but you can call me Vicky. This is Amie,” she gestured to the girl beside her. I took her hand and smiled.
“I’m Charlotte Smith.”
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