Ella

“Cora tell me what happened.” I demand, crossing my skinny arms over my chest. I’m eight years old, glaring down at my surrogate sister with a stern expression. It’s always been this way between us.

She’s a year older, but I’ve always had the dominant personality.

“It was nothing.” She insists, averting her gaze from my own.

“You’re lying.” I counter stubbornly. “I can always tell, you know.”

“No, you think you always know.” Cora answers sullenly, though we both know I’m right. I can read my sister like a book.

“Would you just tell me?” I press, sighing with exasperation.

“Fine, it’s not even a big deal, it was just some of the big kids being jerks.” She explains gravely.

“Which ones?” I respond immediately. “Point them out.” It could be anyone, considering the fact that even children our own age tend to be bigger than us. It seems like the orphanage physician labels us undersized and undernourished every year, though nothing ever changes.

Reluctantly, Cora points toward a familiar gang of kids, ranging from age eleven to fourteen. The ringleader is a beefy thirteen year old who always wears a cruel leer as if he’s ever on the lookout for someone to bully to tears – just for the fun of it. “

You see, there’s nothing we can do about it- they run this place.”

“I beg to differ.” I answer, tilting my chin up defiantly. “We don’t have to be bigger than them just smarter. Now tell me what they said to you?”

Cora’s voice is so low I almost can’t hear her speak.

worthless gutter rat and said no one would

abandoned child. None of us know what it’s like to be wanted or unconditionally loved, and the only thing that keeps us going

“Ella no.

old now, and you know how it is. Parents only ever want the babies. I mean you might have a chance –

badly as you do, but I’m not gonna leave you for anything.”I vow. I’d like to see any grown up try to

hesitant smile.”You adopt all the outcasts.” This isn’t the first time she’s said this to me. I do have a way of taking the most skittish and rejected of our peers under my wing, but it’s

They’re mad that no one ever picked them and they take it out on us cuz

you’re going to let them off them hook?”

them that we’re in this together.” I

pearly grin. “And if they

in the pants.” I sniff, turning on my heels to march

trails along behind me, whispering anxiously about what a bad idea this is. I don’t listen, determined to defend

someone your own

older children turn around, then laugh when they see I’m the one who spoke. The ringleader rises to his feet, then scoffs, “Even if they did, that ain’t

if you account for brains.” I bite back. “You shouldn’t be

isn’t fair and she doesn’t

you gonna do about it, brat?” He stalks forward, looming over my small body with malicious intent. “A scrawny little thing

reaches out and shoves me, both of his

inside me, something powerful and fearless. I snarl and pounce, scrabbling up the older boy’s body and attacking him tooth and nail, He screams and

I don’t relent. Hands grab for me, but I dig my

how strange my behavior had been that day. Normal human girls don’t act like that –

the corners

way Cora tells it, that’s the day I became the de facto leader of the orphanage, just by being scrappy enough to take on the big kids. When it was over I tended his wounds, and from

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