Orphan Train. The Novel. By me. Age 11. – Chapter 3

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Music drifted through the air at the Florence’s mansion. Sarah gazed out the window from the living room.

A tall woman wearing mounds of makeup flounced into the room.

“Sarah!” she cried sternly. “How many times do I have to tell you. Don’t look out that window. Especially when I’m havin’ a party. Now git upstairs to your room and stay there.”

Sarah sadly walked out of the room. She was a thin girl and had used to be an orphan. But Mrs. Florence had liked her (not really) and taken her in. Sarah was treated badly. She was not beaten, but the Florence’s did not give her love. She hated living there but she did not dare run away.

As she sauntered down the long hall to her room she heard noises behind one of the doors. Being a curious girl of 13 she peered through the small window at the bottom of the door.

A fat man was setting up his bed. He was the butler. Sarah did not like him.

Right inside the door, and in Sarah’s view, was a black leather wallet and Sarah could see clearly that it was full of money as it was so fat.

Sarah still had some orphan traits left in her and she wanted that wallet.

She reached her hand in through the crack in the door and grabbed the wallet. A big book had been lying against the wallet and it fell to the floor with a thump.

Sarah jumped to her feet and darted down the hall. But the man had heard. He dashed out the door and grabbed Sarah by the arm. Sarah thrashed around and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Mrs. Florence rushed up the stairs and was surprised to find the butler shaking Sarah.

“Now stop that Jonathan! Stop it! What did she do now?” Mrs. Florence inquired.

Jonathan (the butler) let Sarah go. “She took my wallet.”

“Now Sarah,” Mrs. Florence said. “Apologize immediately and give him back his wallet.” She turned and walked down the stairs.

Jonathan smiled at her. “Come now, Sarah. Give me back my wallet.” He gently rubbed her shoulder.

She wriggled away. “Please don’t. Please.”

“Now Sarah. You shouldn’t have taken my wallet but I will accept an apology. Come now. I won’t hurt you.”

Sarah gulped. She handed over the wallet. “Sorry,” she whispered and ran off.

Back in her room she sat on her small bed and stared out into the street. She sighed. Life was so dismal there.

“I’m gonna run away,” she told herself. “But I’ll do it tomorrow. I’m too tired now.” She flopped down on her bed.

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6 Responses to Orphan Train. The Novel. By me. Age 11. – Chapter 3

  1. Cara Ellison says:

    Orphan traits! I am still loving this whole series.

  2. red says:

    I know! “Orphan traits”? Like it’s something genetic.

  3. Kate P says:

    I’m all over that “mounds of makeup” line. Now that’s a vivid expression.

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