#orphange

My dream last night: I was a genius orphan living in an orphanage. The headmistress supposedly ran rescue operations for people affected by fires, earthquakes, and other disasters, but really did it for her own gain and didn't actually help people, plus her men were sadistic and enjoyed being cruel to the people they were 'saving'. She didn't like me, I was too smart, so I ended up running away, determined to stop her and spread the truth about her. I found out they were going to do a big fundraiser with famous guests in an old abandoned building. I broke in and lived there for a month before the thing, setting booby traps. It's close to the day of the event, and I'm in the basement setting up the elevators so they can't be used, when suddenly a hole opens in the wall and a group of teens walk in. I wasn't expecting that. I try to hide but it's no use. They're suspicious and ask what I'm doing, I realize they're also here to sabotage the party. Gesturing to the open elevator door, I wryly say, the same thing you are. We team up. One person wears a mask, but she clearly doesn't want to talk about it, and I have other priorities, so I don't ask. On the day of, our plan to start chaos works, but we are almost caught and need to run and hide. They direct me to a hole in the wall, but it's a trap. It leads to a small bathroom with only one door that leads to the main area and has nowhere to hide. They gloat before they block the hole, I'll get caught and take the blame for everything, and they won't even be suspects. I have no choice, I have to enter the main room. I'm not supposed to be there, she notices and calls for everyone to stop me, but I manage to evade them, or say something personal that startles them and lets me by, or call their name as if they're my friend and their personal force field shield doesn't react badly to me. The rich people are amused by me, I'm something new. I end up at the front of room, and pretend I belong there and was running to get the dog some water. She's frustrated and tries to remove me, but doesn't recognize me. People call for her to let me alone. They're curious as to why one author's force field reacted as is I was a friend when I called the name of his character. I said it works if that character was your only friend growing up, which starts a debate. And, who even has the entire series? One book was stopped production, leaving only a few copies. I've read it, I say quietly, but no one pays attention. She starts bragging about her fancy edition of the entire thing that was donated to the orphanage and is now worth a fortune. Then she dismissively adds that she also had a copy for the orphans, but it was super poor quality and is barely worth the paper it's printed on. They used it as makeshift piano lessons, but only one person ever was able to do anything right with it. (Me) The presentation begins. I'm still in the room at the front. I see that the teens have been caught in one of my traps in the top corner. They're watching the proceedings. I hijack the monitor and display footage of her men being abusive to injured people, cutting them instead of helping them. That silences the crowd. I start telling my story to a captive audience. A rich man had only one child, a daughter. He wanted her to marry someone rich and worthy. She got pregnant by a servant in the home instead. She was given a choice, either abort and stay at home, or keep the baby and leave. She kept the baby. Traveling from poorhouse to poorhouse, they were surviving until there was a fire. She was injured, but it was survivable. Until the so called rescue workers arrived and made it worse. I lived, she didn't. I looked around the room at this point. I had been planning on exploding this whole building with everyone inside it, the doors were already locked, but now I couldn't do it. I tell them this, and that now I only want justice, for my mother, and for all those who were wronged by the selfish desires of the headmistress. And that's when my alarm goes off.