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Fate made her a lonely orphan, yearning for the embrace of a real family and a loving home. But a golden chance at a new life may not be enough to escape the dark secrets of her past...
Prologue
I was alone in Mrs. McGuire's office, waiting to meet the couple who had asked to see me. Sitting "properly" on the straight-back chair next to Mrs. McGuire's desk was making my back ache but I knew from past experience that I had better be on my best behavior. Mrs. McGuire was the chief administrator of our orphanage and pounced on us if we slouched or did anything else "improper" in front of visitors.
"Posture, posture," she would cry out when she passed us in the cafeteria, and we all would snap to attention. Those who didn't obey her had to walk around with a book on their heads for hours, and if the book fell off, they would have to do it over again the next day.
"You children are orphans," she lectured to us, "looking for some nice people to come snatch you up and make you members of their families. You must be better than other children, children with parents and homes. You must be healthier, smarter, more polite, and most certainly more respectful. In short," she said in a voice that often turned shrill during her endless speeches, "you must become desirable. Why," she asked, sweeping her eyes over each and every one of us critically, her thin lips pursed, "would anyone want you to be their daughter or son?"
She was right. Who would ever want me? I thought. I was born prematurely. Some of the boys and girls here said I was stunted. Just yesterday, Donald Lawson called me the Dwarf.
"Even when you're in high school, you'll wear little-girl clothes," he taunted.
He strutted away with his head high, and I could tell it made him feel better to make me feel bad. My tears were like trophies for him, and the sight of them didn't make him feel sorry. Instead, they encouraged him.
"Even your tears are tiny," he sang as he walked down the hall. "Maybe we should call you Tiny Tears instead of the Dwarf."
The kids at the orphanage weren't the only ones who thought there was something wrong with me, though. Margaret Lester, who was the tallest girl in the orphanage, fourteen with legs that seemed to reach up to her shoulders, overheard the last couple I'd met talking about me and couldn't wait to tell me all the horrible things they had to say.
"The man said he thought you were adorable, but when they found out how old you were, they wondered why you were so small. She thought you might be sickly and then they decided to look at someone else," Margaret told me with a twisted smirk on her face.
No potential parents ever looked at her, so she was happy when one of us was rejected.
"I'm not sickly," I whispered in my own defense. "I haven't even had a cold all year."
I always spoke in a soft, low voice and then, when I was made to repeat something, I struggled to make my voice louder. Mrs. McGuire said I had to appear more self-assured.
"It's fine to be a little shy, Janet," she told me. "Goodness knows, most children today are too loud and obnoxious, but if you're too modest, people will pass you over. They'll think you're withdrawn, like a turtle more comfortable in his shell. You don't want that, do you?"
I shook my head but she continued her lecture.
"Then stand straight when you speak to people and look at them and not at the floor. And don't twist your fingers around each other like that. Get your shoulders back. You need all the height you can achieve."
When I had come to her office today, she had me sit in this chair and then paced in front of me, her high heels clicking like little hammers on the tile floor as she advised and directed me on how to behave once the Delorices arrived. That was their names, Sanford and Celine Delorice. Of course, I hadn't set eyes on them before. Mrs. McGuire told me, however, that they had seen me a number of times. That came as a surprise. A number of times? I wondered when, and if that was true, why had I never seen them?
"They know a great deal about you, Janet, and still they are interested. This is your best opportunity yet. Do you understand?" she asked, pausing to look at me. "Straighten up," she snapped.
I did so quickly.
"Yes, Mrs. McGuire," I said.
"What?" She put her hand behind her ear and leaned toward me. "Did you say something, Janet?"
"Yes, Mrs. McGuire."
"Yes what?" she demanded, standing back, her hands on her hips.
"Yes, I understand this is my best opportunity, Mrs. McGuire."
"Good, good. Keep your voice strong and clear. Speak only when you're spoken to, and smile as much as you can. Don't spread your legs too far apart. That's it. Let me see your hands," she demanded, reaching out to seize them in her own long, bony fingers.
She turned my hands over so roughly my wrists stung.
"Good," she said. "You do take good care of yourself, Janet. I think that's a big plus for you. Some of our children, as you know, think they are allergic to bathing."
She glanced at the clock.
"They should be arriving soon. I'm going out front to greet them. Wait here and when we come through the door, stand up to greet us. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mrs. McGuire." Her hand went behind her ear again. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yes, Mrs. McGuire."
She shook her head and looked very sad, her eyes full of doubt.
"This is your big chance, your best chance, Janet. Maybe, your last chance," she muttered and left the office.
Now I sat gazing at the bookcase, the pictures on her desk, the letters in frames congratulating her on her performance as an administrator in our upstate New York child welfare agency. Bored with the things decorating Mrs. McGuire's office, I turned around in my chair to stare out the windows. It was a sunny spring day. I sighed as I looked out at the trees, their shiny green leaves and budding blossoms calling to me. Everything was growing like weeds because of the heavy spring rain, and I could tell Philip, the groundskeeper, wasn't very happy to be mowing the endless lawns so early in the season. His face was screwed up in a scowl and I could just imagine him grumbling about the grass coming up so fast this year, you could watch it grow. For a moment I drifted away in the monotonous sound of Philip's lawnmower and the dazzling sunlight streaming in through the windows. I forgot I was in Mrs. McGuire's office, forgot I was slouching with my eyes closed.
I tried to remember my real mother, but my earliest memories are of being in an orphanage. I was in one other beside this one, then I got transferred here when I was nearly seven. I'm almost thirteen now, but even I would admit that I look no more than nine, maybe ten. Because I couldn't remember my real mother, Tommy Turner said I was probably one of those babies that doctors make in a laboratory.
"I bet you were born in a test tube and that's why you're so small. Something went wrong with the experiment," he'd said as we left the dining hall last night. The other kids all thought he was very clever and laughed at his joke. Laughed at me.
"Janet's mother and father were test tubes," they taunted.
"No," Tommy said. "Her father was a syringe and her mother was a test tube."
"Who named her Janet then?" Margaret asked doubtfully.
Tommy had to think.
"That was the name of her lab technician, Janet Taylor, so they gave her that name," he answered, and from the look on their faces, I could tell the other kids believed him.
Last night, like every night, I had wished with all my heart that I knew something about my past, some fact, a name, anything that I could say to Tommy and the others to prove that once upon a time I did have a real Mommy and Daddy. I wasn't a dwarf or a test tube baby, I was...well, I was like a butterfly -- destined to be beautiful and soar high above the earth, high above troubles and doubts, high above nasty little kids who made fun of other people just because they were smaller and weaker.
It's just that I hadn't burst from my
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Butterfly,
By emily pierucci (USA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Butterfly: First Novel in the Orphans Miniseries (Book 1) (Mass Market Paperback)
ButterflyBy: V.C. Andrews An incredible orphan story that you don't want to put down. Butterfly is the first of the fictional mini series Orphans. It is about a little girl named Janet who has lived in an orphanage her whole life. She is smaller than everyone and she is made fun of. Then she is adopted by two great parents. Her mother is in a wheelchair because she was in a car accident her father owns a glass company. Her mother's dream for Janet is that she becomes a prima ballerina. Janet has to go through intense training and is expected to do well for her first time doing ballet. She tries hard because her mother is watching. Janet believes that if she does not do well her mother will not want her. Janet does very well for her first time ever. She does well in school and makes friends but she loses them because her mother won't let her do anything with them. She thinks it will effect her ballet. Her father loves how she is making her mother so happy by being a good ballerina. Her father planned a party for Janet and her mother was very upset because she wanted Janet to practice even more. After practicing and practicing she is ready for her recital. The girl next to Janet ran into her and they fell. Her mother told her that she was embarrassed and wanted to leave. That was the first time she met her grandparents and they weren't happy. Now she had to work even harder to keep her parents. There were tryouts for this ballet summer camp that her mother and she wanted her to go to. It was a great book. You have to read it to find out the end. I can't wait to read the next books. V.C. Andrews is a wonderful and exciting writer. Once I started to read the book I couldn't put it down. I highly recommend this book for a little bit of an older audience. I believe that this should be for the ages of eleven and older. I give this book a five out of five rating. *****
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
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Two many stereotypes and familiar plotlines but still fun,
By Joelle Rivera (Morgantown, WV United States) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Butterfly: First Novel in the Orphans Miniseries (Book 1) (Mass Market Paperback)
If you're looking for a quick read and something not too serious you might like this book. However, Butterfly seems to be a rewrite of many other V.C. Andrews books. For starters, there are too many stereotyped characters: the snobby grandmother, the wild uncle, and the cruel kids. Excuse me, but I've had much worse problems than Butterfly did and nobody ever picked on me like that. Kids are not really as cruel as adults imagine them to be. Mrs. Delorice seems in many ways to remind me of Kimmy from "Heaven" (sorry if I got the name wrong). Also, Janet never really seems to love dancing as the back cover suggests. It seems like she is just doing it to please her mother, not because she wants to. If you want to read a good V.C. Andrews book I would recommend Heaven. Unlike Janet, Heaven is a strong character who faces poverty, abuse, and criticism, but grows into a beautiful woman who I can not help but admire.
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Great quick read,
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This review is from: Butterfly: First Novel in the Orphans Miniseries (Book 1) (Mass Market Paperback)
God I am so sick of people complaining about how Janet should've tried to stand up to her parents. First of all, she's an orphan, and she was grateful that the couple adopted her. She wanted to stand up for herself, but was afraid that if she did, they would send her back to the orphanage. All she wanted was to care for someone, and have someone to take care of her. Overall, this is a very good book. For some reason, I felt very connected to Butterfly/Janet. I think that out of all the V.C. Andrews books, Janet is my favorite character.This story is about an orphan named Janet. She is a little small for her age, and is very graceful and dainty. She was adopted by this rich couple. Everything was very nice at first, but it turned out that her new mother was actually a ballerina before she became paralyzed. Janet's new mother wanted her to be a ballerina, so she hired the best dance instructor for her. But no matter how hard Janet tries to please her mother, she would demand more and more from her. This is a very good book. Great story.
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