blurb:Candy is just a little orphan girl who is 8 years old. One day she runs away and goes in victorian london. Will she be safe?


6. Candy? No, Sweetie

I woke up shivering. Ugh, time to make the beds. Then I remembered. I wasn't Candy Smith, the shy , obedient , silly girl I was. I was Sweetie Jones, the brave , independant, mature girl. I was mysterious and would never trust anybody. I stood up and started walking, I didn't have any money . I tripped over and looked what was there. It was a shilling. I ran along the market and found a stall that sold blankets . I bought one and skipped along until I came to a park. It was bound to have a lake, I was desperate for a wash. A few minutes later, I came across one. I washed my face and legs then walked around the park. People were staring at me as I had no parents. A lady came up to me. "Excuse me, do you belong to the hospital which looks after orphans" she asked. "No!" I replied disgusted "parents only do that when their really desperate " . I started running, running , running which I knew would do my mother proud. A boy bumped into me. Oh no! It was a boy from the care home. " Candy?" The boy said. "No" I replied. "My names Sweetie Jones" . "Oh sorry , I just thought you was a girl from my care home" The boy said with a sad look on his face. Maybe I should go back, he looks like he misses me. No I won't, he just misses me doing the chores.

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