1. Chapter 1
Sayrah sat up wide awake in her bed. “Ow!” she gasped as she clutched
her newly bruised arm. It was midnight. Sayrah was a 16-year-
old German girl and the oldest of the girls in this enormous House. The
Silver Stream Orphanage. Her parents had died a month after she was
born. Yes. Sayrah was an Orphan.
The caretakers were fighting with each other, and all the orphans could
hear it. “Night after night” she whispered as she listened in. “When will they
shut up.” These orphanage caretakers were more like party-goers than
guardians. “Losers” she whispered before falling drowsy.
Flashes kept coming into her head. Flashes of her driving some car, at
school….and then after that it was too blurry. She was trying to figure out
what those flashes meant. The visions had been bothering her for a while
now, but she didn't understand them, she then fell asleep.
The next morning Sayrah woke up with the same flashes instantly in her
head. Something car-crash related. "I was in the hospital a few weeks ago,
hmm, but why? Do I have some type of amnesia?" she lazily said to
herself. Sayrah’s stomach hunger led her to the kitchen she rolled her eyes
at the marijuana all over the kitchen bench. There was a note on the fridge,
it read:
Sayrah, I'm out until midnight, for some business.
Can you take the kids to school on time today? And if I don't turn up by late 10 pm, then
can you pick me up? You'll know where to find me, cheers, Maria
"What?” She had a slight feeling where Maria the caretaker was. At the
pub like that whore always was. Just because she now had a legal driver's
license all of a sudden she had to run all of the tasks of the house? “Are
they kidding me?” she muttered "Drive the kids to school? What the hell.."
That morning she geared up the big van of kids, and dropped them off at
intermediate School, whilst the others went to school on their
own. She drove herself and Tim to High school. He was the other teenage
boy from her orphanage. He was African American, and always harassed
Sayrah to teach him how to drive. "I'll see you after school," he said quickly
as they parted ways.

2. She didn’t reply and marched down the hallway to find her first-period
class. Health-science. She saw that door, that she could easily avoid, and
was about to just walk past until the door was suddenly pulled open for her.
A teacher stood there looking as though he had been waiting for her. She
stepped into the classroom curiously. Why were all the students staring at
her from their desks? Why was everyone eyes fixated on her? And why the
hell did she care?
The teacher faced her first, then said: “Yesterday, a news report was aired
of you driving a vehicle, driving it right into the school's car park and
damaging several vehicles, one also that had a sleeping child in it, care to
explain Miss Bennett?”
Sayrah itched her head. She honestly didn’t remember doing anything like
that at all. This insulting teacher, did he have to say this in front of the
entire classroom the second she stepped through the door? She thought
intensely. Maybe, she must have been drugged or affected by something
that came from the caretakers at the orphanage when she'd done that. She
desperately tried to remember, itching her head in frustration, then slight
flashbacks came back to her. They finally came back to her, and she’d
been desperate to remember them for days
“Oh no,” she whispered. She had done that.
That teacher brought out the television and played the news recording to
her. Sayrah found herself uttering in humiliation as boys jumped while
pointing at the screen then back at Sayrah. It had happened a week ago. It
was the day after the night that some of the caretakers had forced her to
take drugs. But by the end of that particular day, she’d been taken to the
hospital, and pumped with so many remedies, it'd simply vanished from
her memory….
*Flashback
“Sayrah! Where are you!” screamed the caretaker. The caretaker was
loud, and crying, and Sayrah wasn’t sure what was going on. She looked
at her watch, to see that it was one am in the morning. Then she quickly
got up, and ran to the large sitting room, to see her two caretakers seated

3. at the table. Enjoying something that they seemed to be snorting through
their noses. Powdery. It was either cocaine or powdered heroin.
“Sayrah! You have to try this!” they laughed in her direction.
Sayrah yawned, and tried to slowly escape the room. She had school
tomorrow, and she couldn’t be bothered dealing with this.“You little rascal,
I didn’t say you could walk away, I said you have to try this!” laughed the
lady. The caretaker beside her was another woman, who was turning more
cross-eyed by the second.
Sayrah got through the door, but her arms were grabbed from behind her
and pulled back through the door.“Get off of me” she whispered. But the
two woman didn’t listen. She tried to force them off of her, but they pulled
her fiercely and dragged her towards the table
“We said to try it, and you’re not going to bed until you do!” they
demanded.
Sayrah restrained herself from it, she couldn’t take this. She was sweating
as her face was being forced downwards onto the power filled table. “Stop
it!” she cried aloud. “I can’t take those drugs! Stop it! Somebody call the
police!” she screamed as her face was being forced downwards onto the
table. Then, everything was a blur. She was in a dream, and she didn’t
know what was really happening. But she did know one thing. She felt like
the queen of the world right now.
The next day, loud imaginary music was ringing in her ears “You can ring
ma bell~ ring ma bell!”. Sayrah sang aloud, completely unaware that she
was singing at all.
Then hours passed, and She was at school. She was walking through the
car park, her heart starting to race, and her eyes starting to tear up. She
felt completely scared now. She felt as though everybody was looking at
her. “Stop looking at me! Stop looking at me!” she kept muttering at every
person who passed her. Then she started to have terrifying visions. She
wondered around the car park in fear until the ending school bell finally
rung. Then, that’s when her mind started to play tricks on her.
It was telling her that somebody was in danger. Somebody very important
to her. Then, she hallucinated. She hallucinated and it seemed too real. It

4. was Tim she saw. He grabbed her shoulder, whilst she was having a panic
attack and standing with her hands covering her face. Shaking as she
stood in the car park.
“Get back home immediately!” he yelled at her. “Get back to the
orphanage quickly, there isn’t any time!”
Sayrah nodded her bloodshot eyes at the hallucination, but she didn’t have
a way to get back to the orphanage immediately. She then ran through the
crowds of students and found the first vehicle with an open door. “I need to
get back home, I need to get back home!!”
She burned her hands, hot wiring the car, and getting it started, then she
geared up the engine on full-bull and reversed it at top speed. There were
suddenly screams and shouts. Then, there was a crash. Her legs bled,
from under her skirt, as she tried to keep her blurry vision straight, then
she got straight out of the car and ran her fastest through the crowds of
alarmed people, who were now starting to attempt to restrain her.
“Move it!” She yelled as she ran faster and faster. That’s when she started
to slow down and feel weaker and weaker along the side of the road.
Then, after that, she could only remember waking up in the hospital, and
feeling as though she had no idea why she was there in the first place.
*Flashback*
Sayrah was standing frozen. Still in an apparent daydream.
"Miss Bennett!" demanded the teacher.
“I must’ve been so drugged up, I hallucinated,” she muttered as she
stared upwards. The teacher snapped her out of her daydream.
“These are the types of things that are expected from a low-standard
student, such as yourself Sayrah Bennett!” snapped the teacher.
“Today, you will not be attending classes, instead, you will be sent to a
meeting in the board room, if the matter is proven even more serious, this
case of yours will be taken to court”
Sayrah rolled her eyes. This case?! It wasn’t even her fault. The teacher
suddenly snapped, making the entire class shake “DON’T roll your eyes!”

5. Sayrah folded her arms stubbornly. For some reason, she suddenly
decided that she just didn’t need to care.
“You have humiliated our school!”
She raised her hand in a motion, signaling him to shut up. But to him her
manners were repulsive, and she had crossed the line now. She was
escorted out of class, and into another large room, where the case had to
be discussed. She was shaking her head in disbelief. The memories,
however, were now returning to her crystal clear. She could just explain to
the board that she was drugged with cocaine, but would they believe her?
Would the hospital have it on report?
Once she was taken into the secluded board room and properly seated,
the issues were loudly discussed amongst the long table of fierce-looking
people, questions were thrown at her, such as:
“Do you suffer from depression or extreme trauma?”
“Your school records show that you have received unfulfilled detentions
sixty percent of your years, why didn’t you fulfill them?”
“You already have a criminal record for stealing and illegal forgery, did you
steal the drugs yourself?”
The accusations went on for more than two hours, and she half told the
truth to all them, until Sayrah finally said “Fine! I was forced to take cocaine
by my caretakers at the orphanage! Is that what you needed to know!?”
This had all of the adults on board suddenly silent. “Evidence?” questioned
the lead officer.
“It’s all over the orphanage, the drugs, they’re also in all the rooms of all
the caretakers, I didn’t mean to take them, they were forced into me”
Immediately the orphanage had several detectives inspecting it within
minutes, Sayrah waited for an hour, with her arms firmly crossed. She
certainly didn’t give a crap. But what she had told them was only proven
half-true. After an hour, the case was taken to court. To an actual
courthouse, and Sayrah was being held by the arm very tightly by an older
woman who was observing her every move. The courthouse was large and
almost empty, but more and more people started to come in by the minute.

6. Once Sayrah was seated for the trial, the same types of accusations were
thrown, except even more. Such as:
“Can you remember the time and day that you were forced to inhale
cocaine Miss Sayrah?”
Sayrah tried her hardest to answer all the questions, but she was no good
at doing so.
She was only sixteen years old, and as the court case tortuously
continued, the judge and other leader were questioning whether to
institutionalize her or not. It all sounded like they were speaking an alien
language to her. Miss Binns had arrived late, and she waited outside the
courthouse, terrified to the bone. She was the leading lady of the
orphanage and had just canceled her plans to come to this case.
“What do I do?” she questioned to herself, repeatedly. She clutched her
phone in her hand, as her bag hung on her other arm, then she looked up,
and prayed. Actually thinking god would listen to her, but then her phone
rang, she looked down at it.
There was a familiar name on it, that she knew all too well, but hadn’t
spoken to for over a year. Kayoro Hans. She answered her phone
worriedly
“I know about it,” he said fast
“I beg your pardon?”
“Sayrah’s case, it’s all over the newspaper, and don’t worry, I have a
solution”
"Kayoro, you can't already have a solution, how can you know everything
already, that's imposs-"
"Because of me and Tim stayed in touch, I made a deal with Tim to keep
Sayrah in the orphanage, and make sure she doesn't get adopted for as
long as he could"
"You WHAT? Huh?"
"Tim isn't who you think he is but I don't fully trust him either he doesn't
know everything about my situation, but I know everything about his, and

7. in fact, the fact I'm even calling you right now may get you killed so I can't
tell you anything confidential"
"What's this about Tim?"
"HE wasn't really transferred to your orphanage from another orphanage,
he's not really an orphan, but don't ask him about it, it'd be dangerous" By
the serious tone of his voice, Miss Binns was frightened already.
“Oh, okay, well about Sayrah, She may be institutionalized Kayoro-”
“No!" said Kayoro fast: My school, send her to my board school, it’s
classed as an institutionalized board school, if they ask to institutionalize
her, then Han’s High Disciplinary school, is only appropriate”
“But Kayoro, we’d need the signature’s of the authoritative figures of that
school, and permission, not to mention it’s in Russia”
“Exactly! In Russia! It’s perfect, and you’re her legal guardian! She’ll agree
to it, and not turn you in if you tell her that I’m there!”
“That schools for students that have persistent criminal records!”
“And Sayrah has more than enough of that! Listen to me Maria Binns, if
you speak to her first, she’ll agree to it, I swear! Consider yourself lucky
you won’t be institutionalized as well, send her to the school, or-or I'll have
to report you, Miss Binn's”
She shuttered. Did he just threaten her? Seriously? He was completely
right. She sighed.
“I’ll do it, but we’ll need your father's signature, at least digital signature on
the application forms, at least emailed to me, or his real signature, faxed to
me or the orphanage”
“That’s already sorted”
“Okay kid, we’ll see what happens”
She stepped into the courthouse and was surprised at how everyone was
speaking freely amongst each other. She managed to quickly recall the
conversation she’d had with Kayoro, to Sayrah, in a very quick in a
whisper, “And I’ll be sent out of the orphanage, out of Germany?”
whispered Sayrah back quickly

8. “Yes, but you have to tell them, that YOU took the drugs, of your own free
will”
“I will, but you have to promise me, you’ll look after those kids”
“I’ll quit my job, and I’m sure the other caretakers will quit too, we’ll arrange
a new staff for the orphanage”
“How do you know that will happen?”
“Because it's already decided, Kayoro has threatened to report us, so we'll
leave” she ushered back quickly. "If he does report us, we'll all have
criminal records, and be imprisoned"
"But the always police did see it, they never imprisoned you's!"
"Those are the police Sayrah, he would report us to the ministry of justice,
then we'd be unemployed forever, and ruined, so those kids will get a new
staff," she said quickly
"And what about Tim? What was Kayoro talking about?"
"Whatever you do" whispered Miss Binns. "Do not confront Tim about it, I
mean it Sayrah, I always knew there was something he was hiding"
The court case continued and finally, by the end of it, the decision had
been half made. That Sayrah was to be sent, one to the strictest
disciplinary schools, in the entire world. But the applications for her to be
enrolled in the boarding school, needed to be handed in not to mention the
school costs. The school charged a minimum of forty thousand dollars a
year. One of the most expensive schools in the entire world. But this was
dismissed by no other than the school’s principal himself. He had faxed
stamped and signed forms, stating that not only would she be accepted,
free of charge, but would receive her own high-standard bedroom, and
private tutors for her highly potential aspirations. The judge was more than
surprised, as was the entire courthouse, wondering why Sayrah seemed to
be liked by whoever this “Han’s” school principle was. Finally, the decision
was fully made. That the very next day she was suddenly on a plane,
leaving it all behind.
Sayrah got back to the orphanage. Not knowing why any of this had just
happened to her. Obviously being given drugs every now and again

9. something was bound to happen but to her, this really did seem too out of
the blue. The caretakers were packing all of their own luggage already and
Tim was already out of the whole orphanage altogether. He didn't even say
any sort of goodbye, even though he and Sayrah were actually best
friends. The new caretakers were coming in already, and all the children
were being given a sort of lecture. Sayrah looked at the new caretakers
and noticed it was two older ladies and one middle-aged woman. They
looked very friendly and had a very "old-lady appeal' about them.
"So that's what orphanage guardians should look like," she thought.
Sayrah walked to her room (Shared with the other girls), and saw Miss
Binns sitting on her bed. "I can't believe you're finally getting out," she said
quietly
Sayrah rolled her eyes."Sayrah" she said carefully. "I've heard a lot of bad
rumors about that disciplinary school, so, so please take care of yourself"
"Oh don't worry, I'll take care of myself a lot better than you have ever
taken care of yourself, " said Sayrah carelessly
"No, if something bad were to happen to you, I'd just die," said Miss Binns
Sayrah rolled her eyes, though, light tears actually were falling out
“You’re such a loser," she thought silently
Miss Binns shot upwards, then patted Sayrah on the back. She wanted to
give her some type of goodbye embrace but was scared Sayrah might
yank her hair out.
"You'll be at that school tomorrow, and you'll never see me again"
"What? But you're my legal guardian"
"Once you're there, Han's is your legal guardian, that school has powerful
authority, part of signing you over, meant signing over my guardianship, I
felt bad so, so I just wanted to say goodbye"
"Oh whatever," said Sayrah as Miss Binns was walking out
The next day when Sayrah was being taken to the airport, she was
nervous. She had never been on an airplane before. Her life was about to
change forever, but just as she was running towards the plane, her

10. shoulders were grabbed, and she was turned around by Tim "There you
are" he said with a stern expression. "Oh?" said Sayrah, in slight shock. He
swallowed, "Mm, well, Sayrah I just wanted to tell you something before
you left"
"What? That Hans school has bad rumors?" she responded in boredom
"Well, just really stick to Kayoro if he wants to be your friend? Okay? But
don't listen to every little thing he says, he's screwed me over real bad
before, but by mistake, but you still should stick to him, because I heard
that school's got like, really weird rumours, and Kayoro was adopted by the
principle, so sticking to him would be wise, that's all, and there is a chance,
that you could possibly have family in Russia, or even in the school,
Goodbye Sayrah"
She wanted to talk more, but he'd gone already. She watched him walk
towards his car, and get into it from across the concrete field. It was a flash
vehicle, as he reversed it and drove it away. Her eyes widened "What the
hell? I thought he couldn't drive?!" she whispered feeling majorly confused.
She shrugged it off, and soon, the pilot was escorting her onto the plane,
and she was off. Feeling excited, very, very excited.