Title:           Anon's Plea [Octavia] (Unfinished)
Author:          SpiarmfJunior
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First Edit:      Monday 28th of July 2014 09:32:01 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 28th of July 2014 09:32:01 AM CDT

>You are Anon
>You have up until recently been living in the Canterlot Orphanage
>It was a rough life, and you never got adopted.
>Something about "we only want young children."
>You have run away from the orphanage, because you're a senior at Canterlot High.
>But now you need to find a job.
>Maybe some of your friends could help you, or maybe even some of the popular kids.
>After you finished writing your goodbye note to all of your 'family' at the orphanage, you slipped out of the window while everyone was asleep.
>You didn't have a very far drop, being on the bottom floor had it's perks, but you felt terrible for leaving them at such short notice.
>The cold winter air nipped at your skin, and sent small shivers through your body
>You set out on your midnight journey, making sure to stay in the lit paths.
>During your walk, you begin to plan out what you needed to do.
>Pacing yourself, you remember where you needed to go.
 
>As you walk into the front yard of your best friend's house, you adjust your backpack on your shoulders.
>The house was a modest little building, and your closest friend, Octavia, lived there on her own.
>You knock on the door, and sit on the stairs while you wait.
>"Who's knocking on my door at this time of night?"
>You could hear that she was annoyed as she was approaching the door.
>After standing up, you turn around and wait patiently for her to open the door.
>The door swings open, and her eyes go wide.
"Uh, hey, Octavia." You mutter.
>"Anon! What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I need a place to stay while I look for a job." You explain.
>"But don't you live at the orphanage?!" She questioned.
"I... I couldn't stand being there any more, Octavia, I just couldn't." You began, feeling tears build up in your eyes.
>She put her hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.
"Just seeing everyone I knew leave, while I was stuck there, not getting adopted because I'm not a young child, it was too much" You continued, trying to fight back from crying.
>By this time, she was hugging you closely, failing to fight back tears of her own.
>"Oh, Anon, I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. Come inside quickly." She ordered, stepping inside.
>You comply, and slowly step inside, after you wipe your feet on the door mat.