The room was small and bright. There were all kinds of colors. Some of them beautiful, others sad, and still others that made the 5 lost children in the room feel nauseated. There were no openings but for a single door in the northeastern corner of the room, and even so, the door had a thick layer of bamboo blocking the rich sunshine from entering...or at least, that's what she thought it was. The last that she could remember, she was walking back home close to midnight from her nightly shift and...now she was sitting here. Surrounded by people and yet so alone. Mystified and scared all at once.
She'd never seen the other 4 people in the room, and this she was certain. She could always remember the people she saw when their skin was a different color than hers. They were usually rich. She had always been poor. The people set before her looked like the rich type. They were all sitting in a dignified manner. She worried that her etiquette wasn't up to par with theirs and that she was embarrassing herself. She felt like her body was shaking again. Her eyes shut and her head bobbed down so that it was facing the ground. She felt tired, as if she hadn't gotten sleep in more than a day. She'd felt this feeling many times before, always kicked herself for not being used to it, but a body can only get used to so much.
She was happy, in a way, that she wasn't at home. Home, could she really call it home? It, to her, was a dumping ground for the lowly and delinquent boys. It was a place of hardship and even harder work. It was a place of awesomely disgusting proportions. A place with no caring parents, like she'd heard of from the stories others told, a place with no protection against even the most vile of punishments. A place barely distinguished as a home, but it was all she had ever known, and all she would ever know. Until now.
Now, she was in a small room with 4 other people, nobles by her standpoint. Stuck up nobles who would go for a very large sum of gold. Nobles that would make it out of here alive. Not that she cared whether she died or lived. For all she cared, she could die that second and go on into the great nothing. It would be better than being kidnapped or going back to her origin. In fact, she'd tried suicide many times, but it had never worked out, unfortunately. There was something inside of her that kept her alive, something strong that told her to back away from the burning tar, or not to eat the rancid hemp. She didn't know what it was, but she expected that it made the person you were. She expected there were two types of people. Those who had a strong one and those who had a weak one, and the strong were the ones left to rule. She saw no way in hell that she would ever rule though, so she felt like she was stuck in some kind of medium. One where the weak rule and the strong are left to die on the inside. She just wished that she could die on the outside too, at least then her miseries would match. At least, then her miseries would be over. At least, then she'd be through with what she through.
She'd never seen the other 4 people in the room, and this she was certain. She could always remember the people she saw when their skin was a different color than hers. They were usually rich. She had always been poor. The people set before her looked like the rich type. They were all sitting in a dignified manner. She worried that her etiquette wasn't up to par with theirs and that she was embarrassing herself. She felt like her body was shaking again. Her eyes shut and her head bobbed down so that it was facing the ground. She felt tired, as if she hadn't gotten sleep in more than a day. She'd felt this feeling many times before, always kicked herself for not being used to it, but a body can only get used to so much.
She was happy, in a way, that she wasn't at home. Home, could she really call it home? It, to her, was a dumping ground for the lowly and delinquent boys. It was a place of hardship and even harder work. It was a place of awesomely disgusting proportions. A place with no caring parents, like she'd heard of from the stories others told, a place with no protection against even the most vile of punishments. A place barely distinguished as a home, but it was all she had ever known, and all she would ever know. Until now.
Now, she was in a small room with 4 other people, nobles by her standpoint. Stuck up nobles who would go for a very large sum of gold. Nobles that would make it out of here alive. Not that she cared whether she died or lived. For all she cared, she could die that second and go on into the great nothing. It would be better than being kidnapped or going back to her origin. In fact, she'd tried suicide many times, but it had never worked out, unfortunately. There was something inside of her that kept her alive, something strong that told her to back away from the burning tar, or not to eat the rancid hemp. She didn't know what it was, but she expected that it made the person you were. She expected there were two types of people. Those who had a strong one and those who had a weak one, and the strong were the ones left to rule. She saw no way in hell that she would ever rule though, so she felt like she was stuck in some kind of medium. One where the weak rule and the strong are left to die on the inside. She just wished that she could die on the outside too, at least then her miseries would match. At least, then her miseries would be over. At least, then she'd be through with what she through.
