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【Ｔ】 he day dragged along like any other. Babies crying like an alarm clock woke Marcy up on cue to begin her morning routine. Of course, as the oldest of all the orphans, it was her responsibility to help the caretakers do their jobs. Although she knew it really wasn’t her job, she still did it for the sake of the other children. Still, she did her own thing for the most part. She knew the adults didn’t care about her anyway.
Sitting outside near the ice cream shop, she sat on the curbed. To amuse herself she played a little game with herself, catching the melting droplets of ice cream before they could drip to the floor.
{Really? Amusing myself has come to this?}
She could have laughed at herself. Couldn't anything really amusing happen for once in her dull life?
As if on cue a sharp scream rang from some lady across the street. The pizzeria’s doors flung open and a boy about her age sprinted away as the owner of the restaurant chased after him, yelling that he would call the cops. As the older man spoke, a pizza came flying at his face, stopping him in his tracks, and the boy got a way.
{ I’ve seen that kid before }
Marcy giggled as she watched the scene unfold.
She couldn't help herself.. She just had to see this "bandit" and see where he had gone off. Quickly following his tracks, which where easy to find thanks to the oil that had been dragged on the floor, she found his way to a messy alleyway on the other side of town.