Snippet #1326685

Kat and Bell were in the orphanage, they were chatting cheerfully about how their parents could be superstars and they could come round and pick them up immediately. “Owwww!” Bell squealed. “This bloody bed just broke. One of the springs just shot up my back.”
“Haha! Maybe you’re getting a bit heavy?” Kat teased. Kat was the oldest out of the two, and she knew that Bell knew she was kidding.
“Yeah, sure. Not in this lifetime, hon.” Bell laughed, putting on her chav voice.
“You might have been really fat in you last lifetime, so some or your weight went with you.” Kat wondered out loud.
“Think about it. Even if I was the fattest baby in the world, I’d still lose all the weight from staying in this dump.” Bell explained.
“Yeah. I think if I ever looked at a restaurant, I’d go bonkers and run inside, and eat everything on the menu.”
“You and whose money?” Bell questioned.
“Our superstar parents.” Kat replied, still teasing.
They put on their dresses (They were both light blue, and had been kept in tact. Someone sends them packages, but never signs it) and they trotted downstairs, when they looked at each other and sighed.
“Another year at Sunny Hill ‘Orphange’...” They both whispered. They had said that every year. Ever since they could talk, at least.
“Another year...” Bell scowled.
“Maybe some new people will be here?”