Later that same day I helped Grace around the house along with the other kids. Grace usually did what she called "adoption day" every now and then. A lot of kids were excited about it. The only ones who were not excited were Sarah, James, and his little brother Ryan. Sarah did not like it because I did not like it. James and Ryan did not like it because they both had a family before coming here. I guess their parents were either bad people or could not afford them and decided that this was better. It kind of reminds me of my situation. I guess that is why we got along, that and the fact that James was 10 almost 11 and Ryan was 9 and was turning 10 in a week.
I was upstairs sitting on my bed trying to figure out how to make money when Grace called all of us down for dinner. I say all of us but there were only 10 of us including myself in the orphanage. Most of the kids were happy about tomorrow, and my group (Sarah, James, and Ryan) not so much.
Grace noticed my group looked upset and said "I think that you four should be more excited about tomorrow it will be fun."
I rolled my eyes at her comment. Fun was not the word I would use for what we were going to have to deal with tomorrow. I ate my dinner after I went to bed. I was tired from the day and about what happened at that pub. I also got assault, maybe I should buy a gun or something or maybe steal it. I really hope tomorrow will go by quickly.
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I woke up to hear the sound of Grace saying "Breakfast is ready". I have no clue how she wakes up so early, but whatever not that it mattered.
Making my way down the stairs I saw Sarah and the other kids already at the table. I guess I was more tired than I thought, maybe I should stop staying up so late. I have the body of an 8-year-old after all. We had our morning breakfast and I decided that I was going to go out again today to look for a job.
"Grace, can I look for a job myself?" I asked her. I knew we talked about it yesterday but I needed the money for school, possibly Hogwarts, and for ingredients. I wanted to be at least in the 8th sequence by the time I started.
"Darius, why are you so impatient, can this not wait until tomorrow at the very least," She said to me.
Look I know I am impatient on this, but can you blame me. I want to be able to do cool shit, not just magic. It would give me a huge advantage over the other kids, and some of the events that are going to take place.
"What if I bring Sarah, with me" This could work, maybe, hopefully, please work...
"Darius it is adoption day, just...please wait for tomorrow"
"Fine" It's not that I did not like the day, it is just that it was annoying. Possible parents moving around in your space, acting all kind and stuff. It was just annoying.
I went back upstairs into the boys' room, thinking about how and what I will do for the rest of the day. I could not think of anything to do. I really did not want to hang out with Sarah, because all she wanted to do was either play 'house' or with 'dolls' and I was a fan of it. I did not want to hang out with James and his brother because well, I am mentally 34 years old.
Today is going to be stupid I guess. Sometimes I really wish I was just 11 already. Then maybe I would not be sitting here waiting for stuff to happen. That damn God throwing him in here, I bet he is out there smiling right now. Oh well, I can not do anything about it.
after a few hours of thinking about events and sitting on my bed, I got bored. I could hear people downstairs and I did not want to meet them. Do not get me wrong it is not that I hated them, new parents, it is just that I did not want to leave Grace.
We might have arguments from time to time, but it is not like I hated her. In fact, I loved her as my grandma. My mother was not very loving, she did not abuse us or anything but...neglected us. She would just leave and not come back for days or hell one time for weeks. It would just be me, my older brother, my younger sister, and my younger brother. That was it.
My older brother once he could left, and did not look back. I followed his example and joined the military when I could. When I was ready, I took my siblings with me as well. I did not want to leave my younger siblings with a woman that either did not care or simply was too stress to do anything.
The military gave me and my siblings a home. I hated the join, but it gave a roof over our heads and food so I could not complain too much. Sigh, I wonder what they are doing....my wife...and my younger siblings.
You know they say that going to a different world is cool, but after a while it starts to make you miss home. Not where I am physically right now, but mentally with the people you actually grew up with.
I wonder if I will ever be able to go back. Or even be able to see them again. It was hard to stop myself from going down the rabbit hole called depression. It started with 'what ifs' which moved to me feeling sad, and then depressed.
Walking around while trying to slowly talk my way out of my thoughts I ran into someone.
"ouch, please watch where you are going," said a young woman.
She was probably in her late 20s mid-30s. She had long black hair and brown eyes. Common if you ask me. She had an average face, nothing crazy about it. I looked at her and thought that I had seen her before somewhere but was not sure where.
"I apologize for running into you ma`am. It was my mistake and I did not mean to offend you in any way." I said not realizing that I was in the body of an 8-year-old. Over the time that I have been reborn, I tried to 'act' my age around most people, but sometimes it would slip when I was in a situation I did not like or if I was deep in my thoughts of my previous life.
"Very well mannered for a child your age are you not?" she said to me
This is why I hate this day, now I have to talk my way out of this...sigh maybe I should just give. Since I have been here there have been many people that noticed that I was very mature for my age. Hell, I was in the paper once for being able to talk when I was 1 year old. That was a mistake that I did not want to repeat.