Amilia looked down at the street as she walked home that day from school. After some time, she decided to look up from the street.  She saw a man standing by the side of the stairs, someone she had never seen before. She could tell he was looking around for something, he was moving not only his head, but his body too, almost like he was pacing. Then she stopped a second and looked more closely at the man, he started to look familiar to Amilia, yet she couldn’t quite place him. But as always, Amilia didn’t like to stick around in uncomfortable situations, but she could not weasel her way out of this one. She looked to the building she was near and finally realized he was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for the orphanage Amilia lived at. Amilia tensely grabbed her backpack straps as she neared the orphanage and moved them up and down. She became sweaty and nervous, and hoped the man didn’t notice her. But as she pushed past him, she realized he was looking at a pocket watch, checking his time. She extended her hand to the railing and quickly charged up the stairs, as quietly as she could. As she reached for the big oak doors, the man spoke.

“Excuse me, ma’am? Can you help me to the Entrant Sanctuary?” Amilia froze in her place. She put her hand down and looked off to the side. Her eyes shook as her fear had come true, he had spoke to her. “Is that alright? I came to adopt a child.”

“O-o-of course.” She quietly whispered. 

“I beg your pardon, I couldn’t quite hear you ma’am.” Amilia took a deep breath in and then slowly turned around to look at him. You could clearly see her crisp snow white hair with her classic purple streak in the fading sunlight. 

“Of course!” She said happily. He was a very formal man, he wore a nice suit to the orphanage. All dolled up with a tie and suit jacket. She walked down a few steps so that he could see and hear her better. “Right this way, sir, you are at the right place.” She held a hesitant smile on her face as she led him into the orphanage. 

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asked her, looking to her.

“Oh, yes, yes, I’m alright!” She said separating herself from the man. They finally reached the front desk, which was empty for the time being. Amilia already knew Miss. Annabelle probably had retired early to help with evening services, but she decided to leave him there anyway. “Miss. Annabelle should be back soon. She’ll be the one at the desk when she gets back.” Amilia scurried off down the hall before he could manage to spew any more questions. She ran down the hallway and pass the dining room. She went down the next hallway, taking a left, a right, and another left until she reached the beginning of the orphanage dorms. When she reached J-wing, S. This is where Connie, Chelsie, Leo, Zali (Zaa-lee), and herself slept. Once she opened the door to their room, she dropped her backpack on the chair where she slept. She never had a bed, since there were only two in a room. Since there were five of them in  the room, the orphanage provided them with a cot, a sleeping bag, and a saucer chair. She, of course, laid claim to the saucer chair that was near the window of their room. The orphanage was a popular one, it was always full and never seemed to turn away a single child. Because of this fact, they had no heat in the winter and no air conditioning in the winter. The orphanage could only afford three extremely light blankets for each room, making it hard to get warm during the winter. So every year, Amilia’s room and the room next door swapped boys for girls, so they could huddle up without any worries of being yelled at by the sister’s who ran the orphanage. They used the blankets along with the sleeping bag to keep warm, whereas in the summer, it was the complete opposite. They would all fight over the window, never truly being able to cool off for the night, just waiting for a cool breeze of fresh night air. And of course, everyone refused the blankets in the summer, allowing Amilia to make a nice little bed on the floor to relieve herself from the blazing heat that engulfed them all. Connie typically joined Amilia, coming off of her hot top bunk, to the cool oak floor. Amilia had always made room for her too, and much looked forward to it every summer. It was like a little sleepover for the two of them, being yelled at for giggling all night long and then being woken up for school the next morning by their dear friends who were frustrated with them all night long. When the weather turned, and it turned to the cold air of fall, they voted on who would get the blankets, until the first grain of snow touched the ground. 

“Amilia!” She heard Sister Mary yell down the hall. “Amilia, Ami, dear!” She called out again. “Amilia!” She screamed. 

THUD, Amilia fell to the floor. 

“Coming, Sister Mary!” She finally responded to her. Amilia scurried to get her pale white dress on, struggling all the way. She grabbed the cross from her dresser, putting it on. She grabbed her black scrunchie, and as she ran down the hallway, she put her hair in a low bun. Turning the corner, she slowed her run to a steady walk. 

“Oh, Amilia, dear! You forgot your crown!” Sister Mary said, looking to her. Amilia felt her hairline, and realized that she did indeed, leave her crown behind. 

“Here, dear, I have an extra.” Sister Mary put it onto her head and then patted her on the back.

“Thank you, Sister mary.” Amilia said with a bow. She started to walk forward to enter the main hall. 

“Amilia, dear.”

“Yes, Sister Mary?”

“Do bring back that crown, honey, I do need it.”

“Of course, Sister Mary.” She continued forward into the main hall, where night service had just begun. Every night they held a church service before they went to say grace for dinner. The orphanage was christian and made all of the children participate in their services. With Sister Mary joining the stand, the nightly services finally started.