- Aug 9, 2016
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Shara sat in one of the rooms set aside for the prospective adoptee children and parents to meet and have one on one conversations. Or as one on one as they could be with the counselor watching over the meetings to make sure that nothing went wrong. This was her fourth such meeting: all the rest had taken no time at all in deciding that the blank-eyed little girl was not what they wanted.
Her utility belt had been taken as a precaution. Apparently carrying gardening tools on one's person like weapons was strange behavior. Still, she had managed to keep one of her stolen spoons on her person, which she now rolled between her fingers. It was shiny and she could see her reflection in it as it turned.
That she had not been adopted already was strange to Shara. She was polite. Quiet. She had a number of skills that a parent might find useful. She could manage to cook for herself and repair her own clothes. She could even see up her own wounds if necessary. She had no particular needs. Why then did no one want her?
These thoughts had caused her to think about her birth parents: a dangerous prospect, the Dominion tutors had informed her. Pining after something that cannot be missed. They, too, had not wanted her. At least not as much as her twin. She repeated her mantras to herself in her head. Love was a lie. Hate was a lie. The only truth was the task ahead. Nothing else mattered. And yet her heart sunk as she heard the door open to the room, ready to once again be rejected.
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Her utility belt had been taken as a precaution. Apparently carrying gardening tools on one's person like weapons was strange behavior. Still, she had managed to keep one of her stolen spoons on her person, which she now rolled between her fingers. It was shiny and she could see her reflection in it as it turned.
That she had not been adopted already was strange to Shara. She was polite. Quiet. She had a number of skills that a parent might find useful. She could manage to cook for herself and repair her own clothes. She could even see up her own wounds if necessary. She had no particular needs. Why then did no one want her?
These thoughts had caused her to think about her birth parents: a dangerous prospect, the Dominion tutors had informed her. Pining after something that cannot be missed. They, too, had not wanted her. At least not as much as her twin. She repeated her mantras to herself in her head. Love was a lie. Hate was a lie. The only truth was the task ahead. Nothing else mattered. And yet her heart sunk as she heard the door open to the room, ready to once again be rejected.
@PixelatedGlory