~{The Rust From All Your Rain}~Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Ly. Yeah, I know weird name, but get used to it because a lot of things in my life are weird.

First of all you should know I'm an orphan in London. No tears please because I got over it a long time ago.

Second of all Ly is my middle name. Corpse is my first. The nuns don't like it very much though, so they just call me Ly.

Third of all I'm sixteen. I have brown hair that covers most of my face, and my eyes constantly change colors. I am a very pale person, but i can't help it. Oh, yeah, I'm short too. Some call me the living dwarf. Go ahead and laugh.

Forth of all people say I am a smart person (I just think their nuts). I do like to read though. That's pretty much the only thing to do around here.

Fithly, I don't really fit in here either. Most of the kids here act like their happy, even though their dying inside. It's pathedic. I show my feelings by not saying anything at all.

You catch my drift?

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I am sitting in my room, reading a book, when I hear a scream.

We were all supposed to be asleep, so I knew it isn't someone putting on a show.

I jump up, lock my door, and lean against it.

After that I hear a window shatter.

Great, why does this have to happen to this particular orphanage?

The patroll lady is breathing so hard I can hear her from inside the room. She can't be far from the room though because mine is the first one.

"Where is Corpse." I hear a manly voice say.

Once again, Great! I have got to be DREAMING!!!

"What Corpse?" The patroll lady says trying to act like she doesn't know anything. She is crazy. If I were in her shoes, I would have pointed out my door in a second.

I decide to handle this my way. How bad can it be?

I unlocked my door slowly, and step out into the hallway.

He is really close to the patroll lady, and I can tell she is terrified. Then he notices me.

"I'm Corpse." I whisper, and look in his eyes.

He is fffiiinnneee. He has pitch black hair, peircing grey eyes, and he isn't too tall. The funney thing is that he has really good fashion sense.

"Obviously, now be a nice little orphan and follow me." He says giving the patroll lady a harsh look so she will back up. It worked too.

She gives me a sorrowful look, but I am too pissed to care. Nobody talks to me like that. I don't care how cute he is.

"Who are you to tell me what to do? I am NOT your pet gerbil." I proclaim. Who does he think he is. The pope?

He starts laughing. You heared me. Laughing.

He gives me this look that I can only descibe as determined, and starts walking towards me.

I have to admit I am a little scared. I mean I don't even know who this guy is. So I have a reason to be scared.

When he is not even a foot away from me he picks me up and starts walking toward the door.

"What are you doing? You can't take me anywhere!" I scream at him. As much as I despise the orphanage, it's kinda been my home for a long time.

"Watch me, Gerbil." He says, and opens the door to the cold london air.