Hazel M. Richards
They had finally made it to Fable Orphanage. Hazel bounced eagerly in her seat, craning her neck to see outside of the window that she was next to. It had been quite the drive to what would become her new home. She had heard many good things about Fable Orphanage and Mrs. Fable herself. The things she heard about Mrs. Fable turned out to be true when she went to the interview that was set up for her. The lady had been nice and calming throughout the entire thing, soothing Hazel's nerves. Ever since then, she's been more than excited to come to Fable Orphanage.
"Alright, Hazel. Time to get out the car," her social worker, Mr. Parker, said, breaking her out of her distracting thoughts. She grabbed a hold of the handle and pulled it while pushing the door open, using all of her strength. Once it was wide open, she hopped out, beaming up at Mr. Parker, who was waiting patiently for her with her
Pucca suitcase. Once it was handed to her, they were on their way to the Girls' Dorms.
Eyes wide, Hazel was awestruck by her surroundings. Fable Orphanage was already amazing and she just got there! She could only imagine how it would be like when school started up. The walk to where she would be staying was quite short for they were in front of it before she realized it. Giddily, the young girl rung the doorbell, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Her eyes glowed with joyfulness when the door was open, a lady on the other side.
"Hello, you must be Hazel! My name's Nelly Locke and I'll be showing you to your dorm," the lady, Nelly, said in a warm tone, taking her luggage from her and holding out her hand for Hazel to take. Before Hazel did, the brunette spun on her heels and threw herself in her social worker's arms. Giggling uncontrollably as she was squeezed and spun around, she held back tears, knowing this would be the last time she would see Mr. Parker. After a while, she was set back on the ground.
"Now, be good, Hazel. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay?"
"Okie dokie!"
"Alright, have fun and make a lot of friends. I'mma miss you, kiddo."
"I'll miss you, too, Mr. Parker," Hazel responded, giving him a watery smile. She watched as he returned it before turning to get in his car. Still standing there, she gazed on as he got in and drove off, getting smaller and harder to see. Finally, she turned back around and took a hold of Nelly's hand, who reassured her that she would like it here.
They made it to her dorm in no time. As Nelly opened it up, Hazel was gazing around. She wondered if she'd have a roommate or not. Once the door was swung open, the seven year old made her way inside. It was quite spacious and huge. Dragging her luggage behind her, she barely registered the door closing behind her. It would seem that her roommate wasn't there yet. Shrugging to herself, she began to unpack her things and put them up as best as she could.
•••
Wesley Dane Petersen
"Yes, yes, I know all of those things," Wesley, a young gentleman who was the fresh age of sixteen, said in an exasperated tone to his social worker, Kim.
"Alright. And you're sure that you don't want me to walk you to the boys' dorm?"
"Yes! I am bloody sure that I, a sixteen year old, do not want to be walked to the boys' dorm," he responded heatedly, even though he could hear the teasing tone that laced his social worker's voice. That didn't stop him from getting worked up and slightly pink in the face. He puffed out his cheeks while Kim laughed softly at his reaction, trying and failing miserably to hide it behind a dainty hand. Her eyes danced with amusement. She always found it entertaining when he got worked up over the littlest things. You could say that he had...a short fuse. Soon, Kim was able to calm down as her laughter faded away, nothing but a gleeful smile left in its place. The gleefulness began to dim down with the sadness and reality of the situation that they were in. For as long as Wes could remember, Kim had been his social worker from the start. To finally depart, it was hard on the both of them.
"I'm going to miss you, you short-tempered ginger."
Smiling softly, Wes responded,
"I'll miss you, too."
With a final nod, the ginger turned on his heel, making his way towards the Boys' Dorm, where he'll be spending his days. He could hear the familiar sound of Kim driving and reminisced all of the times they spent together. Shaking his head, he halted when he reached his destination, which was the front of the building that he, and others, would be staying in. Reaching out, he pressed the button, listening to the bell being rung and echoing throughout the building. Arm falling back to his side, the teenager waited patiently for the door to be opened. As he waited, he took a look at his new surroundings behind his sunglasses. Fable Orphanage was quite picturesque, painting a pretty and lasting image inside of Wesley's mind. His mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of how everyone else would be.
[Charlotte will be coming soon~]