Short Story: It Was All Just My Imagination

It Was All Just My Imagination I crept out of my bed and sat down on the windowsill. I was tired, but couldn’t fall asleep. I ran out of dreams… there’s no hope for me to keep going. I have been stuck in the Hill Orphanage for at least four months. My mother and father both died in a carriage accident a month before I came to the orphanage. I have an older sister, Johnny, but she doesn’t care for me, just like everyone else. A shooting star whizzed past in the dark, but starry sky. I made a wish, but had to remind myself that it would never come true. I still sat there, still as the statue in the park. The trees swayed back and forth, back and forth, in the wind. The moon shone through the window and landed on my picture of mom, dad, Johnny,

It’s time to runaway. I quietly tiptoed to my “closet” and grabbed a small bag. I threw in two pairs of clothes and zipped it up. I needed to get out of there.
-- -- -- -- -- I ran past the barber shop where Mr. Donnelly works. He used to give me coloring pages and pencils for me to color with. He said I was really good with them. A black cat bolted across the street and I almost screamed. I have to keep quiet! I reminded myself. I just kept running. It was becoming to light out, I could easily be found. I needed to find a place to hide, and fast. I saw an abandoned house less than a quarter of a mile away. It was Mrs. Fronth’s before she passed. I sprinted all the way to the front door and stumbled into the house.
-- -- -- -- -- Now I’m here. I feel safe and far away from the orphanage. “I’m so tired,” I whine as I plop down onto one of the couches that was covered in a sheet. I look at the old, faded pictures of families smiling and they seem to be happy. I wish for that again. “Hello Bea,” a voice calls from behind the couch. I jump up

“Just settle down on the chair over there while I make your bed. I won’t take me very long.” She made my bed and walked downstairs. I jumped onto the bed and rolled around on the dusty blankets. “Dinner time!” Mrs. Averie called from the kitchen. “Coming!” I call back.
-- -- -- -- -- Mrs. Averie has been taking care of me for the past two months and I feel I finally feel at home. We put together a few puzzles and played some games, I always win. One morning, I woke up to the birds singing. I walked downstairs and I called for Mrs. Averie. I couldn’t find her inside, so I went outside to the barn. Where is she? She couldn’t have just disappeared. “Bea?” Someone called from the porch. “Mrs. Averie!” I ran to the front of the house to find her, but instead it was Miss Wilmott, the orphanage owner. She smiled at me and gave me a hug. “I’m so glad we found you! I missed you so much! Where have you been? We were so worried. We have found a lovely couple that would are very excited to take you in! Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m perfectly fine. Where’s Mrs Averie?” “Who’s Mrs. Averie?” She looked confused. “You know, Mrs. Fronth’s