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Skye waited nervously by the office of the orphanage. Inside she could hear the mumbled voices of the nuns and the couple. She wanted to listen so badly but the last time she was caught listening under the door, she had to wash all the laundry for 2 weeks. During the meet and greet (more like line up like cattle for inspection) the couple had talked to her the longest. Hopefully this means the are interested in taking her home. This would be her 8th home since she was dropped off as a baby. Skye jumped when the door finally opened, "speaking of miss Mary Sue, here she is. You weren't listening at the door again we're you Mary?" Mother Agnes asked raising an eyebrow.
Skye jumped to her feet, she hated the name that the orphanage gave her. Kids always made fun of her for it, Mary Sue Poots ugh, so she gave herself her own name Skye. She had given up on correcting the nuns after the 3rd time she was punished for not answering them. "No Mother Agnes, I wasn't listening promise."
"Good, well I have some good news for you Mary. Mr and Mrs Smith have decided to take you home with them! Isn't that wonderful. Now go collect your things and say goodbye to your friends."
Nodding Skye ran up to the room she shared with 4 other girls. Grabbing her backpack that had her pillow and blanket already in it along with the few pairs of clothes she had (she always packed her stuff every morning just in case) and ran out with no goodbyes. The other girls and her never got along anyway, especially after the last fight, when she bit Sara and kicked Joan in the face. It wasn't her fault the tried to take her stuff. Running back to the office she skidded to a stop in front of the Smith's. "I'm ready!"
Grabbing her hands the couple takes her out to their car. Skye watches as the orphanage fades out of her sight. Turning back around she smiles as she looks at her New parents. "Where do you live?"
"We live very far away in Russia." Mrs Smith says
"Oh, is that where we are going?"
"Yes, now no more questions. You must remain quite while we are at the airport do you understand?"
Skye nodes and looks out the window. It seemed like an odd requirement but she really didn't want to go back to the orphanage again.
It was a long flight, Skye slept for the most part dreaming about her new home. The Smith's had seemed nicer when they were at the orphanage. Maybe they were just nervous too, Mr. Smith grabbed Skyes hand and pulled her towards a black sedan in the airport parking lot. Suddenly she felt ice cold fear run down her back as the door to the sedan opened, a man in a dark suit yanked her from Mr. Smith and threw her in the back. Skye screamed as another suited man tied her wrists with rope and taped her mouth shut. She looked at the Smith who were looking anywhere but at her. The first man said something in a language she didnt know and handed them a large briefcase. He slammed the door shut and the car took off, Skye started crying she didn't know what else to do. The guy that had tied her hands started yelling at her, She didn't know what he was saying so she just cried harder the sound muffled a little by the tape on her mouth. Suddenly, he backhands her across the face, Skye flew into the side of the van hitting her head and blacking out.