Chapter 1 The shithole
Aella
The director kept looking at me with that perverted look on face as I looked up from my book. I swear to god if he even sits next to me again I'm plucking his eyeballs with my own hands. Just feeling his gaze on me makes me wanna puke. ‘Tsk’ I clicked my tongue as I'm suddenly not in the mood to read. Maybe because I've been too quiet in these last months that he is starting to get ideas. I should probably give him a parting gift before getting outta this shithole. I really wanna kill whoever named this place ‘Joyful hands orphanage’ . He really couldn't be any right as if he knew all the staff here have ‘joyful hands’ especially when it involves the younger kids. I get up and start walking to the door with the director’s eyes digging into my fucking chest. Like what is he tryna see? A washing board? Fucking pervert. I met his gaze briefly then with a straight face I kept walking to the door as he licked his lips as if I was some kind of extra premium beef.Eww just looking at his face gives me the creeps. I walked out of the mini library filled with donated books and went to the common room filled with kids chatting in low voices with their own separate groups at their claimed spots. I look at a secluded corner with a couch right beside a window. At least these kids know their place. I beelined for my personal spot and plop down, sighing already feeling relaxed. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and then opened them looking around as the quiet chatter died down. All the kids are now looking straight at me in silence and that is because even though there are older kids here, I'm still the boss. “In a few days, maybe three at most, there will be a few changes.” I said quietly then continued “As there will be a new dickhead sitting here cus I'm getting the fuck outta here.”I propped my elbow on the armrest and smiled quietly as the kids exclaimed a few ‘what!’ and a lot more ‘finally that bitch is going’. I grinned at that, “ aww and here I thought you were all gonna miss me”. I said looking sad shaking my head. They all quickly shut up,looking pale when they heard my remarks. “Anywho lets carry on. As per the tradition says I will be doing an act of kindness for you pitiful bunch of ripe bananas. So I expect full coordination as I will lighten your burdens.” I said acting like a mighty, noble queen because this might be the last time I would get to piss off these guys. I heard a few whispers of ‘pretentious bitch’ and ‘piece of shit’. I smirked knowing I got under their skins just how I like it. “Okay people so here is the plan…” I continued and started to explain what is going to be done. We don’t know how long the tradition was first started as this orphanage is old as fuck but within the orphange there is always a new boss every year because the perks of being the boss of every fucked up kid in the orphanage are reaaaalllly good for example you get the most comfy spot in the common room. Imagine that in a room full of kids you get your own personal space. Another example is you get more things or newer things than the rest. So when the ‘boss’ gets adopted or in most cases decides to ditch the shithole, he or she has to do something before going. But not just any random act can do, as it should specifically be able to help reduce the suffering of those left behind. Shocking right. Like how could anyone come up with the most ridiculously effective yet cruel way to help others in the shithole.The previous boss Adam, who is also my biggest supporter/brother/bestie, put food poisoning in the head chef’s food. Guess how many days the head chef spent in the hospital? 8 days and he died shortly after. It might seem cruel but you can’t imagine the abuse he did to the kids here. The head chef would always force anyone who said his food tastes bad into a pot of boiling hot oil. Some kids got scalding, hot water to the fucking head. His victims span from age 4 to 17 so he deserved it. And that is what happens when kids are forced into hell and treated like shit just because their parents decided that ‘they are just not ready’. So we don’t feel sorry at all. If we are to feel guilty just by trying to decide then its just a fucked up world that we live in. But then again, maybe the world is already fucked up.
And in two days I will also help these kids and lighten their sufferings. ‘Heh’ I tried to hide my excitement but a giggle slipped out. “Damn ~ I can hardly wait to get that pervert and give him a piece of my mind.” I said wistfully after going over the plan with my personal minions. I am so gonna miss them. I got up and out to the garden and sat under the huge tree in the middle. I look around the huge piece of land that seems like it was out of a fairy tale. A huge house with east and west wings almost like a mansion with a barn and huge and beautiful garden with colorful flowers and butterflies. “Hmm…so hard to believe that hell looks so beautiful” I whispered under my breath and leaned against the huge tree. I can’t wait to see the look on the director's face heh, I thought as a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.
