Sunday folded her arms across her chest as she looked out of the window. The bus was nearly empty, and there was only one more stop that was left to make. Sure, she could've ran to where she needed to go, but sometimes she just needed time to think. After a week and a half, one hundred dollars had quickly dropped to twenty, and she knew that there was no way that she was going to find a job that was foolish enough to hire a child off the streets. This was her only option, whether she liked it or not.

She pulled on the sleeve of her brown leather jacket as the bus slowly rolled to a stop. The old man who was sitting in the seat behind her got off, leaving her alone with the driver. He glared back at her, and she knew that she had to go. When she was finally off, and the bus was pulling away, she took one last look at the old man, who was crossing the street towards the grocery store. Then she was gone.

It only took her a minute to get there, and when she did she let out a huge breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. The orphanage was way nicer than any other orphanage she'd ever seen, but that didn't stop her from feeling nauseous. The closer she got to the door, the more she felt like she was going to puke. After what seemed like ages, she was finally standing in front of the door, her arm raised.

[color=navy][b]"Just do it,"[/b][/color] she mumbled to herself.
She knocked.