Welcome to our Craziness

The child knocked on the door, her left converse squeaking from the rain as she rubbed it on the porcelain tiles. She waited impatiently, nervously, then knocked again. She sighed in a huff and opened her mouth to yell when the guardian of the place opened the door. The young girl choked on her gum as she saw the woman, for she was in a torn nightie and had curls in her hair. A cigarette hung loosely from her mouth.

"Who the hell are you?" She barked out in a hoarse voice, some how keeping a hold of the cigarette. The smell of smoke and last-nights whiskey hit the young girl's nose. This was going to be her orphanage? Oh, great!

"Me? Oh, I'm Elyzabeth Marino. E-L-Y-Z-A-B-E-T-H M-A-R-I-N-O. I'm your new child." Lizzy's voice was dull and cold, her eyes, traced in eyeliner, gave the woman a once over. She blew a bubble with her gum before forcing her way inside. "I think I can find an empty room. If not, I'll see who I can deal with. Thank you for even answering the door."

Liz heard the woman gasp as she forced her way inside. She ignored the woman's grumbles and curses, trudging upstairs. Her converses slammed the stairs with force, causing many a creak. She took a right and walked down the hall like she'd been there before. She opened the third door to the right, saw only one girl in there, and the other bed un made. She made the decision that this was good enough and dumped her stuff. The girl looked up at her with raised eyebrows, but had headphones in. She shrugged.

She un packed quickly, putting on her black and red sheets and bed cover. She collapsed on her un-covered pillow and glared daggers with her blue eyes at the ceiling. She could tell she was going to fight every step of the way in this place. But that was fine...she was a good fighter.

"Hey, girlie, you asleep or what? You were rude enough not to f*****g introduce your self." Liz turned to see a red head. She was cute, lightly freckled cheeks accented her electrifying green eyes. Her red hair was cropped short and under control. "I'm Kiena O'Malley. I'm fourteen. What's your name?" As if she had just come from Ireland, Kiena had a thick, beautiful accent.

"I'm Elyzabeth Marino, thirteen. Sorry, just pissed that I'm back in one of these places again." Liz sat up, running a hand through her choppy black hair. Her blue eyes trailed up and down Kiena's figure in a wary once over...at least, she hoped it was a wary once over. She smirked at Kiena. "How long you been here, Kiena?"

Kiena seemed to give her a once over, but blushed a slight pink after wards. She smirked back. "Only two years. How long you been in and out of these places?"

Liz chuckled; "Four years, two hundred and ninety-two days, and six hours. You get bored enough to count."

Kiena raised her eyebrows but said nothing as a brown haired little girl, maybe of six, came in.  "Kiena!  Alexandria stole my allowance again!" The child bust into tears. "I w-wanted t-that toy you s-said I could b-buy if I did my w-w-w-orrk!" The child whined.

"Oh, bloody devils, calm down Vivvian!" Kiena jumped up and ran to the child, throwing her up in the air and catching her. She then gave Vivvian a rasberry, trying to lighten her mood. She succeeded, then child laughing and flailing softly, shouting "Again, Again!"

Vivvian finally calmed down enough. Her face was red with happiness and the anger she had before. She was grinning, both of her upper front teeth missing in a gape. Her brown hair was done in braided pig tails, and she was wearing a freshly cleaned white lace dress. She looked perfect; why was this child in here?

Vivvian seemed to read her mind. The child turned her big, brown eyes on Liz. "My mommy and daddy died in a car crash last year. I met Kie-Kie afterwards and she brought me back here with her! Where did you come from?" Vivvian tilted her head and smiled her little smile, showing the gaps.

"My newest dad got laid off and became very very angry with everyone, but especially me. He began to hurt me a lot, and my newest mom didn't stop it. So I'm back in here. The same thing has happened since my mom left and my actual daddy died."

"Oh. I hope that doesn't happen to me! That would be awful!" But the child, you could tell, didn't understand.

Soon there was a ruckus from the hall. Shouting and fists beating skin, feet stomping and clenching the creaking boards of the hallway. All three girls jumped up and ran, Liz getting there first. She saw a red head and a blond haired fighting. The blond was winning with her many upper cut punches and low kicks to the gutt, but the red head was tough and planted a punch right above the temple. You could hear the impact. The blond girl fell to the ground. Blood came from the red head's busted lip and flowed from her mouth and nose.

Kiena and Vivvian turned to Liz and chirped in unison: "Welcome to our craziness!"