#Chapter 111 - Orphan Gang

Ella “Cora tell me what happened.” I demand, crossing my skinny arms over my chest. I’m eight years old, glaring down at my surrogate sister with a stern expression. It’s always been this way between us. She’s a year older, but I’ve always had the dominant personality. “It was nothing.” She insists, averting her gaze from my own. “You’re lying.” I counter stubbornly. “I can always tell, you know.” “No, you think you always know.” Cora answers sullenly, though we both know I’m right. I can read my sister like a book. “Would you just tell me?” I press, sighing with exasperation. “Fine, it’s not even a big deal, it was just some of the big kids being jerks.” She explains gravely. “Which ones?” I respond immediately. “Point them out.” It could be anyone, considering the fact that even children our own age tend to be bigger than us. It seems like the orphanage physician labels us undersized and undernourished every year, though nothing ever changes. Reluctantly, Cora po