I walk into the small room. It's almost empty, except a bed, a writing desk and an empty wardrobe. I guess that's where I'm supposed to put my clothes. The sound of someone clearing their throath makes me turn around. A smiling young woman, dressed all in white, stares back at me. She's beautiful.
"These are for your bed" She says, handing me some bedclothing. "You can make it by yourself?" She's brittish, not weird though since we're in England. The normal thing to do would be to grab the bedclothing from her hands and thank her. But I just stare at her. Her eyes are filled with confusion, even though she's smiling.
"I can make someone else do it if you'd like?" Yes, definitely brittish. I assume she's some kind of boss around here. Maybe she can answer the hundreds of questions circulating my head. "I'll just leave 'em here on your bed, okay?" she says.
"That is not my bed." I mumble.
"Pardon?"
"I said, that is not my bed." I speak, louder than before. "My bed is at home, across the freaking Atlantic Ocean. So let's just stop pretend that that is my bed, okay?!" She walks towards me, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"It is, Jackie. Sooner or later you'll have to accept that this is your home now. It might be tough to grasp at this moment, but I promise you things are going to change for the better."
And with that said she exits the room. Leaving me and my suffocating thoughts alone.
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A.N
That was part one of Broken! It might be confusing now, and you might not understand everything but it'll change in the next few chapters.
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Teen FictionI am Jackie Ortiz. I'm a High School student at Oak High school. I live with my mum in a little city called Raven and I like to paint. Mostly pictures of my best friend Darren. Or at least that's who I used to be. Now everything's different.
