A/N: Story made based on an RP with a good friend of mine. We only own our OC's, mine is Patty, and hers is named Jane. Read & Review.

In Miss Hattie's Home for Girls, there were poor children. Not just any poor children, but for girls up to the age of seventeen to be taken care of as they didn't have families of their own. It was an orphanage, but it was run by a terrible woman known as Miss Hattie who wasn't very kind to the children. She only took it over after the sudden death of her sister who was very kind with the girls and made them feel special even if they were orphans and she took in her niece named Jane who was also now an orphan herself, but had her aunt. Inside, there was a girl who was wearing mainly black and she was waiting for three certain girls as it was a full moon out tonight and she was anxious for the girls to come back.

"Where are they?" the older girl sighed. She was going to be seventeen soon and she was told that on her birthday, she would have to be kicked out of the orphanage and left to 'fend for herself'.

Jane was a slightly darker blonde than her aunt, and her eyes were a warmer color. She was in a rather girly pink outfit though she looked uncomfortable in it. "I'll go out and find them for ya," she said softly in her Texan accent, planning on helping the girl. "Patty, I'll make sure they get back safe." she then informed the girl.

"Sure, Jane..." Patty said, rather icily, though it was kind toward her. Jane was the closest thing she had to a real friend.

Jane nodded, offering a brief smile. "I'll see you in a short while then." she told the other girl. She went and got her coat, heading outside to go and find the girls, knowing that she wouldn't get in as much trouble as Patty would've done by going out.

Patty sighed and held herself, glancing out the window. She brushed a stray ebony hair out of her face and looked out.

The girls had been outside on their cookie sales. The older one of the three girls was holding the youngest one's hand as they were trying to remember how to get back to their temporary home. The middle girl who kind of looked more like a boy though in pink was just swinging herself about and splashing against the watery puddles.

"Girls..." Jane said softly as she saw them. She had been following the direction that they had gone in that morning. She went up to them.

The girl in the pink hat, whose name was Edith, looked up at Jane. "Are we in trouble?" she asked, her voice bland as it usually was around Jane. he knew she was kinder than Miss Hattie but she found it hard to trust the niece of the horrible orphanage owner.

"Please don't make Miss Hattie put us in the boxes!" the youngest one, Agnes, was scared.

"I promise." Jane promised the smallest girl. She held out her hands for if the ones who wanted to hold her hands wanted to.

The elder of the trio, Margo, glanced at Jane. "Did we get lost?"

"Come on, I'll take you... Home." Jane said softly, the only name the girls could call it until they grew up or found new proper homes.

Edith jumped back up on the sidewalk and waited for Jane to lead the way. Margo took Agnes's hand and Jane's hand, even if she was the oldest and followed Jane back to their home.

"We sold a lot today." Margo told the oldest girl.

"That's good, girls, remember that Aunt Hattie never thinks it's enough... But it is." Jane said, gently warning the girls.

Edith scoffed. "I can't wait until I'm old enough to leave with Margo, Agnes, and Patty." she said.

"Aw, come on, Edith, we'll get adopted someday!" Agnes chirped. "Margo said..."

Margo sighed a little. "Somehow, I don't think that's possible anymore..."

It didn't take long enough until they came up to the foster home to tell the owner about their sales of the day.

Jane told the girls to wait outside the office door a moment. She talked to her aunt a moment and came out. "Come in, girls..." she said softly.

Miss Hattie, the blonde nice-looking but with a nasty personality owner of the Orphanage, looked at the girls unimpressed. "Yes, come in, girls." she said.

The girls did as told. They stood their ground and looked at the woman who was like a surrogate mother to all of them, but she was terrible at her job. Agnes stepped a little too far, but stood close with her sisters, a little nervous. Miss Hattie raised an eyebrow and gave a small throat clear while looking pointedly at Agnes. Jane gently moved Agnes back behind the line.

"Now, girls, how much did much did you sell today?" Miss Hattie said with an icy smile.

Edith looked at the woman silently. She wouldn't speak normally as she would 'sass' the woman. Agnes was a little eager and hopeful to hear if anyone came to adopt them, but she decided to wait until Margo would answer.

The elder girl took out a clipboard to track their cookie sales. "We sold 43 Minty Mints, 30 Coco Swirlies, and 18 Coconutties." She sounded really proud of herself and Edith and Agnes for such sells, hoping they were to Miss Hattie's liking.

Miss Hattie's smile fell off her face and she looked almost grim. Pushing a tissue off her desk with her rolled up magazine, she looked at them. "You really think that was enough?" she asked them. "Let me remind you girls that I allow you to stay here out of the goodness of my heart, and all I ask is that you do as I say... The amount is nowhere near enough." she said.

Jane frowned slightly and placed a hand on the taller two's shoulders. "Aunt Hattie, they did really well." she told her.

Edith nodded. "Yeah." she agreed with Jane.

"We're doing our best." Margo added.

Agnes came forth sadly. "We'll do better next time, and then someone will come adopt us, right?" she had a very hopeful smile.

Miss Hattie sent a glare to her niece and then stood up behind her desk. "No, Agnes, no one came to adopt you... You'll have to work harder to sell them tomorrow, girls. You don't want to disappoint me again, do you?" she asked them, pointing slightly at the Box of Shame.

Edith looked and actually looked a little worried. Jane squeezed the girls' shoulders gently.

There was one of the orphan girls inside a box of shame in the office named Penny. She must have disappointed Miss Hattie.

"No, Miss Hattie..." the girls said a little shakily. They were calm with Jane, but still, nervous of their care-taker.

"Oh, I made you a mud pie!" Edith exclaimed happily and cheekily.

Miss Hattie looked disgusted at the mud pie and sneered slightly. "Nice..." she said, not sounding happy. "Now, off to bed," she told them. "Oh, and Jane? You tell Patty that she'll be joining you and the girls selling those cookies." she said.

"Yes, Aunt Hattie..." Jane said quietly and then started to take the girls out of the office to take them to bed.

The orphan inside the box of shame watched the girls leave and continued to sulk in her punishment.

Patty went into her sisters' room and was making up their beds and putting their pajamas on their beds for when they would come in to get some sleep. The icy teen waited for the girls to come in and then she went to find the girls' favorite bedtime story. "Now, where is that old book?" she muttered to herself as she searched for the last place she had it.

Margo, Agnes, and Edith rushed in as they were now safely in their room.

Edith ran to Patty. "Ugh, this really stinks!" she exclaimed, before hugging the girl.

Jane followed the girls in a little while. "They have to go out and sell cookies tomorrow... We'll have to help them too...Aunt Hattie's orders." she said softly.

"Oh, joy..." Patty murmured about being forced to go out with the girls for cookie sales. She loved them, but going out in broad daylight against her will made her simmer inside.

Agnes found herself in her pajamas and handed the storybook to her elder sister.

"Where was it?" Patty took it, glad it was finally found.

"I might've looked at it last night before I fell asleep..." Margo spoke up, a little sheepishly.

Edith got changed, leaving her hat on and climbed into bed. "I'm sick of selling cookies..." she muttered.

Jane helped tuck them in, she may not have been related to them but she did treat them nicely almost in a family way.

"Things will look up someday..." Patty sighed as she waited for them to get comfortable, but was smiling.

Agnes was praying before bed and was really hoping she would earn a couple of parents someday. Her sisters had already given up on that, but being the youngest, Agnes was sure someday she would get adopted. Margo was on the verge of giving up, Patty had given up fully on getting adopted since she would have to leave the orphanage soon anyway, and Edith was a little mixed about getting adopted, but she saw in a lot of movies about orphans that they got adopted and had a happy ending with their new family. Edith made her hat cover her eyes.

Jane helped tuck the girls in. "I'll see you all in the morning." she said softly. She offered a weak smile, and then went to her room. She got into her thin and ragged short nightgown brushing her hair with the hairbrush she had been 'kindly' given by her aunt, all girls were given necessities but they were cheap.

Patty said her goodbye to Jane and read the story to the girls in the most enthusiastic voice she could muster. She may have been cold and icy towards a lot of people, but she would never hiss at her sisters. Within time, the girls fell asleep as the story finished and she went to get her own pajamas on and went to go to a room for the older girls. It was empty though since the other girls had already turned 17. Patty had always wanted a room to herself due to her life with her sisters, but as soon as it actually happened, it made her feel a little more depressed than usual. The girls all settled down, but Agnes talked a while until finally everyone fell asleep.

A/N: Sooo... How was that? If you review, I'll let you have a free box of Miss Hattie's cookies!