Hustle Bustle Hustle Bustle. Cries, screams, shock.Everyones feeling frantic, not John, not Mary. Laying on their favourite armchair ,peaceful as a lark.When MRS entered. No kids, MRS does not mean Missers, no, it meant Mary 's retarded students. Basically Mary's army. " Hi" Said John, a smile upon his face. "I did not sent for you, My dears."with a slight edge on her voice.In unison the army replied"Be ready. Headmistress of orphanage is trying to send you off."."To a family?" Mary shifted in her seat. "Yes our master."
With that they marched out of the room, like little metallic robots.The other orphans watched the strange little troup.Dressed like china dolls.Messy hair, blood-shot eyes.
Snippet from Mary's dairy:"Bless their diluted souls. We'll play along though. Have a good impression on people.Then we can carry out our plans without disturbance."
Notice: this is not written by John and Mary or Mary and John.
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