Marlowe's Golden Charm(TrulyHumourous) Marlowe's Golden Charm

Marlowe had been vomiting for three hours, now, without a break. The whole room wafted a flooding aroma of old, mouldy pizza, leftover from couple of weeks ago. A bit lazy, for a sixteen year old.
For the whole of her life, she had been an orphan. No mother or father. Got bullied by the nearby orphans, in her scrapped, tipped, damp room that she had been given. Privacy seemed nothing, to everyone else. Even now.
She had always cherished the pendant that was left on her mother’s doorstep, before the bloody slaughter, leading up to living in the orphanage. Its’ gold chain sheltered the carved heart once open, it welcomed the treasured picture of her mother (on the right side), father (on the left side) and her younger self (in the middle). Thirteen years ago.
Nothing was more precious than her pendant—fragile filled with love to every outlined brim it had.

It was her birthday today—1st July 2045, not the best. Mr Grimsfield (also known as Griffin)—the head of the orphanage, had organised a special event, for little Marlowe’s seventeenth birthday. Only one more year until she had the freedom of her life, she could be the free dove that she had always wished to be. Out of all this mess. Griffin had ordered Marlowe’s favourite band to play—the M1r4c1e5 (Miracles). An electronic music band, famous of all times. It was the best present.
“Thanks a lot, Mr Grimsfield, this is the best gift ever!” Marlowe’s adrenaline was on the high, excited for the music band. Her pet dog—Barry, was hyper, he too was really a fan of the music. It was a sickness of love for music that had spread to anyone that made friends with her. Three hours, the whole of the concert was.
“You’re all welcome, it’s no problem. Anything that makes you happy, Marlowe.” Mr Grimsfield had whispered gently, getting the desserts and beverages together, on the long, plain, white table covered with a black and white polka-dotted table cloth.
3:30pm. Marlowe had heard a shatter, she had left her pendant locked in the dressing cabinet, for her birthday, instead of wearing it all the time. Could it have been that her pendant got destructed, by some silly, selfish kid? Her room door was open ajar. A brunette boy had left running out of her room, with a gold glint. Her pendant. It was her pendant, the only gold thing she had possession of. What could she do now?

A - let him run away with it
B - run after him and snatch the pendant back
C - tell Mr Grimfield about what’s happened and leave him to sort it out
D - talk about it to her friend Chloe, then go with her to Mr Grimfield to talk about it

Well, obviously she wasn’t going to run after him. It wasn’t worth getting in the trouble and getting violent. Both of them would get into trouble; she didn’t wish or want to get into a mess. She chose to speak to Chloe, while she was going to find where Mr Grimfield was. Chloe said that she had seen a boy knock on Marlowe’s door, but apart from that she hadn’t seen the ‘breaking in’ part.
They had both went to Mr Grimfield’s office and told what they had each witnessed. Everyone had overheard what had happened and eerie whispers quickly spread. From one person to another.
All three of them were walking down the corridor covered with a long, fluffy, cosy, brown carpet. In one of the rooms, Marlowe had spotted the same gold glint and the same brunette.
“It’s him, he’s in here. It’s the same guy and he’s got my pendant!” Marlowe screamed in shock after seeing the scene.
He hadn’t broken her pendant, he had broken the door. His admiration was increasing on the pendant, it swung from left to right as his forest green eyes were fascinated by its shimmering beauty.
On the right of his room, there hung a plan, stuck with red sticky tape, step by step, on how to take her pendant. Marlowe was shocked, he had cleanly and vividly planned out how to steal her pendant.
Mr Grimfield had caught him red-handed. A thief always gets caught. Always.

***Epilogue***

And for little Brunette Boy: Ben, he was doing 17 days full of chores—2 weeks and 3 days.
Marlowe had her pendant back and went to the jewellery store to replace the glass panel door, fitted on the pendant.

No one ever stepped or messed with Marlowe; everyone knew that if they messed with her, trouble would be the fate for them.

Privacy was finally valued, as requested by Marlowe.

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