leonora || d9.cb.

Rules.

I've lived a life full of them. Don't put your feet on the table. You simply can't burp while we have company over. A life with little freedom, a life of little fun.

Almost my whole life I've dealt with classes on manners and etiquette, except I used to live a life of freedom.

But then I ran.

I was just 8 years old, Mama never really payed much attention, and she didn't have nearly enough money to care for all of us. I was probably a mistake of some sort, never meant to be there, so I made her life easier and took to the streets. It hadn't even been twenty four hours when the orphanage scooped me up. And it wasn't even two days later when the Springs walked in.

They didn't really want me though, I could tell. I was more of a charity case. Someone they could publicize. Someone they could use to boost Mr. Springs votes.

Someone they can use for their own advantage.

The other children practically despised me. I was strange. I was different. I was the street rat. Amory was always by my side, seeking me out to play, comforting me. Being a friend.

Being a sister.

She almost made this life worth living.

A life with little leniency. A life of barely being able to breath at the dinner table.

A life of being told to be quiet.

But I will be silent no longer.