"Anything Will Help"

Tortalini
Tortalini looked up and down the streets. They were desolate, dark, and quite unnerving. It was something she wish she had never seen in her unlife. Her clothes were oversized, ragged. The only type of clothing she could afford were a pair of yellow crocks, a pair of distressed Walmart jeans, and a sweatshirt she bought from Deadly Dollar for $2.99 months ago. Beside her was a small sign that said "anything will help" that she held. She placed it down.

She began to cry. She held her knees close to her face. She had no parents. No friends. nobody. Her family left her when she was just a small cub. She cried about that too. Her parents loved everyone in her litter except her. Her only family that she knew of was her cousin, Toralei. But Toralei was too preoccupied with being forced into being a foil, and just generally being the meanest biggest bully at Monster High. She continued to cry when soon an older woman threw a coin into her mason jar.

Hello. said, the woman.

Hi?. Tortalini, said.

What are you doing here out in the rain? Where are your parents?

They're gone... said, Tortalini.

Oh poor girl. said, the woman. I must take you back with me. I will be able to provide you food, shelter, and a place to live. She said this with a warm smile. The kind of smile a mother would give to her newborn monster.

Tortalini was flabergasted. She looked at the woman's outstretched arm and then took it. She had no reason to not trust the woman. She had been through much worse in her years. She had been in relationships losers who lied about their love. Lost her friends who crapped on her every day. She had known what it was like to live in a broken home. She wouldn't wish it on anyone. She thought that whatever the possible reprocussions would be. Sure she could be drugged. Killed. But at this point it wasn't really a thought in her mind, as things could not realistically go lower than rock bottom.

As she walked with the woman in silence, she thought about her future. She had gone to this norm highschool her fleshman year. Humans are always intolerant toward any type of monster that they would come into contact with. And coincidentally, it was about the end of summer vacation. In a few days school would start again. great. If she only had the money to attend a school that wasn't so blatantly discriminatory. If only.

They eventually approached a large black victorian-style mansion. The sign outside said "A Home for girls".

A home for girls? Asked, Tortalini

Yes. It is where I take sad, downtrodden gouls and give them a second chance at a great unlife. That's my calling. I want to make sure that you have oppurtunities that you were not afforded before. The woman, said.

May I ask your name? Said, Tortalini, as she creaked open the door to the sound of rap music and the sound of young women laughing.

My name is Ms. Bloodgood. Said, Bloodgood.