Ten Reasons Not To Die

Day 1

Ten Reasons Not To Die

Day 1- Mallory

                The orphanage was always quiet and empty on Sunday mornings. Most children, which I must say are years younger than me, go off with the nuns to church every Sunday morning. The nuns here gave you an option whether you wanted to go or not, but I was always preferred not to go, just because I was never the most religious person.

                I sat at the long dinner table eating stale toast as breakfast with the only other girl in the orphanage that didn’t go to church. She sat across from me, ripping off pieces of hard bread, and dipping them into homemade strawberry jam that the nuns got us all to help make.

                “When do you think a mommy and daddy are going to come adopt me?” Mallory’s soft voice asked, blue eyes reaching up to mine with a sparkle dancing in them.

                At only the age of six, Mallory knew a lot at her age. She was extremely intelligent, and knew more than the average six year old should. She knew that her mother left her on the stairs of the orphanage when she was a baby, but it never seemed to bring down her optimistic mood. She would always say that things happen for a reason.

                “The right family will come and get you one day.” I assured, taking a sip out of my tap water.

                Mallory nodded, tucking a strand of her curly blonde hair behind her ears. “Okay.” She muttered, taking her spoon, and eating the strawberry jam straight out of the jar.

                I held back a laugh, as I watched Mallory eat the jam messily. There was red jam all over her cheeks, but she was still too innocent and young to care about how she looked like.

                The doorbell suddenly rang, alarming the entire orphanage with its loud bells. I got up from my seat, as I made my way over to the front entrance, pulling out the French doors.

                My eyes reached up to Evan Woods, whose cheeks were pinched red from the cold weather outside. I frowned, as I bit my lower lip. “Why are you here?” I hissed, as I pulled the door out wider for him to come inside. “How did you even find out where I live?”

                Evan stared up at the entire orphanage, noticing that it was rather large. He didn’t know that I was an orphan, so he must’ve assumed that this was my house, that this enormous orphanage was my mansion.

                “Remy! Who’s at the door?” Mallory’s high pitched voice called from the dining room, echoing throughout the entire orphanage.

                I groaned, grabbing Evan’s arm, pulling him into the dining room with me. Just when I thought Mallory couldn’t have made a bigger mess with herself, she now had jam in her hair, and all over her shirt.

                “Mal, how did this happen?” I asked her, rushing over with a napkin to dab her red stained cheeks. She didn’t pay any attention to me, as her eyes casted over my shoulder to the figure standing behind me.