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Family is forever.

But not for Sophia.

Sitting in the old, rusty car was Sophia Hamilton, trying not to cry when that was the only thing she wanted to do; be left alone in a room to cry all day. Her little sister disappeared. Her dad died. Her mom hated her. She had to go to the orphanage.

"The orphanage that all the loser girls go to," she muttered.

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Won't do any good making friends with a mouth look that," he said.

Sophia rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn't understand; no one would ever understand the sadness inside her.

As she looked around out the windows, she saw it again. She heard it, she felt it, she saw it. Lost. The word lost. That was she was, that's what she would always be.

"Here we are," the driver stopped in the middle of the road. "Go on, then."

Sophia frowned, grabbed her few bags and shut the door behind her after getting out of the car.

The orphanage definitely wasn't a paradise. It wasn't very big, it would most likely fit ten small rooms at the most. The walls were damaged, and the roof appeared to be a thousand years old. Faces peered into the window and a little girl waved at her.

She wanted to head straight into a forest and stay there forever. But through all the misery, she knew she couldn't do that.

As she turned the front door's knob, a loud creak emerged.

A older woman, with long gray hair and a cane appearing to be at late sixties or so walked out of a room and looked at Sophia. "Are you Sophia? Or are you just one of the naughty girls getting up to a mischief of a sort?"

"Sophia," she nodded.

The woman studied Sophia from head to toe and gave a slight nod. "Mmm... can have your, uh, pass?"

Taking a small piece of paper with cursive handwriting and a stamp out of her pocket, Sophia handed it to the woman.

"Thank you, I'm Ms. Helga, you can head up to room twelve. A few other girls will be waiting there," Ms. Helga said. "Well then... go on."

Sophia widened her eyes and walked upstairs, clutching her bags that she had. She passed room ten, eleven... and there it was. Room twelve.

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