It seems like a big cliche, yes, but I posted my idea down below. Tell me what you think. Thanks-
Kaedee
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The alarm went off.
Jessa’s eyes opened. And as usual, Jimmy B. Dickson’s didn’t.
Jessa groaned, sitting up in her bunk bed. “Jimmy, for pity sakes, turn your alarm off!” She said bitterly. “It wakes me up every morning, and I am sick of it!”
Jimmy didn’t respond. Apparently, Jessa wasn’t loud enough. “JIMMY, TURN THE DUMB ALARM OFF!”
Jimmy woke up. And so did the rest of the orphanage.
The boy jumped, as did his bunk mate, John Dickson. Little John started to bawl. Jessa yelled, telling him to shut up. Looking scared, he did.
Everyone learned to fear Jessa, and to always follow her orders, no matter what. Jessa had become even more sour over the years, Jimmy thought. Especially when she heard the news of her father’s death…
“He didn’t die,” Jessa always told the rest of the orphans. They took this information skeptically. “They said he disappeared. They just couldn’t find his body.”
Which meant that he was very likely dead, as was Jessa’s mother.
Jessa’s mother is unknown. No one knew of Jessa’s mother, since Jessa’s father had never been married. And he wouldn’t give the information away. And nobody seemed to care.
“But they should!” Jessa always complained. “She was probably very famous, maybe a relative of Reese Witherspoon.” The other children always rolled their eyes at that. Jessa had been hung up on that idea for years, after a friendly woman informed her of her beauty and how close she looked to the actress.
“Or a distant relative,” Jessa would add, pondering. “Well, she must be related in some way.” Jessa would stroke her blond hair, and gaze at her reflection. At these times, you could catch a rare glimpse of her smile. Jessa had a nice smile; a beautiful one, in fact. But it never showed itself. Hardly ever.
“Wouldn’t you like to be adopted?” One child asked her one day, after a small boy was handed to a cheery plump woman. “When people did offer, you rejected. Why don’t…”
“Don’t talk to me like that!” Jessa growled. “Don’t you dare question me! I know what I want! I’m waiting for my father to pick me up. Sadly, many of you don’t have parents here, so you can’t wait for a father. But I can. I’ll be always waiting.”
