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July 14, 1943
I was sitting in the activity room, not wanting to play in the front yard. Which has an abnormally low amount of trees, which makes it both flat and hot. Besides, all the other orphans were outside. Why would I want to subject myself to that? Especially when it wasn’t necessary to do so. I am quiet, not crazy, unlike everyone else in this place. While, I do enjoy the solace that this old house brought during the day. Though, today another orphan who insisted on being in the room was ruining it. Eve, there were quite a few nasty rumors that were traveling around about her. Many of the orphans, including me, avoided her for this reason. I had only ever seen her in the halls and at meals. We never even made eye contact.
She was lying on the couch across from me. I could only make out her profile from where I was sitting. She was tossing a rubber ball against the ceiling, catching it when it bounced back at her. “What are you in for?” I jumped as her voice unexpectedly broke the silence. She did not turn to direct the question at me but I assumed she was talking to me, not some apparition. Which come to think of it, wouldn’t shock me in the least. I had seen odder things in this house. A few minutes passed before she sat up and tossed me the ball. “You’re that mute boy, right?” She tilted her head in my direction. I shifted my eyes and huffed. I wasn’t mute, I just chose not to talk. I had neither urge nor reason to talk to these people. Especially when I knew they wouldn’t care about what I would say anyways.
“Yeah. You’re the one. Which means you are probably here by choice.” She pulled her hair behind her ears. Then stroked out some of the creases in her shirt. “I don’t blame you. Looney’s are better entertainment than they are at conversation.” She rose to her feet and winked at me. Was she referring to herself as a crazy? Or was she suggesting that I were the loon? I couldn’t help but smile.
“Eve. Doctor Engel will see you now.” Mrs. Johansson said, popping her head into the room. Her eyes fixated on the ceiling and a frown grew. “Eve, are those scuff marks on the ceiling? I told you, take that sort of behavior outside!”
Eve shrugged, not bothering to look at the markings she had made. “Sorry Mrs. Johansson. I promise I will think before I act next time.” Her voice leaked with sarcasm. Even the sternest belt couldn’t hold that tongue. Which was the main reason she was so intimidating. She was used to fear.
"Well, don’t keep him waiting!” The Head ordered. Eve smiled pleasantly and walked out of the room and down the hall. There was a moment of silence before she spoke up once more. “Jeremy. You are a good boy. I suggest you don’t socialize with that one. She is the type of girl, where if you play with her, you will get burned. It’s just a suggestion.” She cleared her throat and disappeared down the hallway as well.
I raised an eyebrow and glanced out the window. So much for peace and quiet.
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