Thanks to Eva


I sat in my room for two reasons. One: I couldn't go anywhere in the stupid wheelchair, and two: I was mad at my parents anyways. How could they just give up on Lionel like that? Just because an orphanage says they'll take him in, they just won't adopt him!

My thoughts were  interrupted when my door opened. It was my mom, and a girl was standing behind her.

"Claudia? This is Eva. She's the German exchange student I told you about a while ago. Remember?" she asked me.

I didn't  say anything, just glared. So my parents wouldn't adopt Lionel, but they'd let some random girl from another freaking country stay with us?!

Life wasn't fair.

"Hallo!" the girl said brightly. She had really short blonde hair that looked like a boy's hair cut, and her green eyes were sparkling.

I returned her smile with a glare.

It wasn't usually like me, but I wasn't in the best of moods.

And to top it all off, my mom told me that Eva would be staying in my room.

What a joy.

As she settled in, I turned my back to her, put in my headphones, and listened to Country music. Not the sweet, happy kind.

No, the ones full of anger, hate, and sadness. AKA, Miranda Lambert, Taylor Swift, and Carrie Underwood.

After a while, I finally came around to my senses and decided to try to be nice to the girl. After all, she was living in my room for a few months.

I turned around to see her looking through my wallet. She'd found my pictures.

She held one of Daniel and I up.

"Who is this?" she asked, her German accent blatantly obvious. "He is- what is the word in English-warm?"

I rolled my eyes. "Hot?"

She nodded. "Yes, hot. I have always liked boys with black hair. Tell me, who is this person and what is he doing in your wallet?"

It took my a moment to answer. What was he to me now?

"Er ist mein Freund." I said in German.

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, you are lucky indeed."

Then she looked confused.

"But who is this other young man?" she asked, holding up a picture of Lionel.

My heart pounded at the sight of his picture.

"Lionel." I breathed.

What was wrong with me?

"He too is hot, but not in the same way as your Daniel. Surely you do not have two boyfriends?" she asked.

Then she saw the look in my eyes, and her face softened.

"I see." she said. "This Daniel is merely just a friend that is a boy, and this Lionel is your boyfriend?"

I shook my head. "No, no. It's the other way around."

Eva set the pictures and wallet down beside her on the bed and looked at me. I swear she saw straight through to my soul.

"You have feeling for both jungen,  do you not?"

I nodded.

"But which do you care for more?"

My mind said Daniel, but my heart screamed Lionel.

Eva spoke again. "I saw the look in your eyes at the picture of this Lionel. It is obvious that you care more for him, whether you are willing to admit this or not. Now, call me strange, but in my country we would do anything to get the one we care for."

"Only one problem." I said.

She looked at me, waiting to see what I had to say.

"He's in an orphanage."

She rolled her eyes. "And how is this a problem?"

I sighed, exasperated. How was I going to explain to her that…

I felt myself moving.

Eva was pushing my wheelchair down the stairs.

"What are you doing?" I screamed at her.

"We are going to talk to deine Eltern, get them to drive us to tue orphanage. If I get my way, you will see this Lionel again." she said.

"But, what about Daniel?" I ask.

She shrugs. "He is of no importance right now."

I should have been offended, but I wasn't. In fact, what she said about Daniel didn't bother me at all. It was what she said about Lionel that had me on edge.

One again, I asked my self what was wrong with me.

I still don't know how, but with Eva's help we talked my parents into visiting the orphanage with us.

They even said they'd reconsider adopting Lionel!

I looked at Eva, amazed. "How did you do that?"

She smiled through closed lips. "Wir  haben alle unsere Geheimnisse"

We all have our secrets.

"Where were you yesterday?" I asked her.

She laughed and helped me into the car.

For some reason, I was giddy the whole ride there.>/p>

When we pulled up, I got a strange chill.

Out of the car, I looked up. The orphanage was a squat gray building. But one thing was out of place.

In the very center, there was a giant gray spire that was pointy at the top.

And did I forget to mention the creaky iron gate?

Needless to say, the place creeped me out.

The thought of Lionel living there was unbearable.

We went inside and spoke to the director. He led us to a room and had us wait.

We waited for so long, I jumped when the door opened.

I turned.

The End

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