The reporters forgot about Cornelius to swarm me. The flashing lights kind of hurt my eyes. I blinked a few times, hoping they would leave me alone, but they didn’t. “How’s it feel to get away?” a woman with a camera asked. “Carsyn, what will you do now that you’re out of the orphanage?” a man, also holding a camera, asked. “Do you like it inside the wall?” There were probably about twenty questions thrown at me all at the same time. It was overwhelming. “Leave the boy alone,” Helly yelled, reaching for my arm. The reporters made it impossible for her to pull me away. A couple of officers had to rescue me. They shoved the reporters away. Cornelius, still smiling, motioned for me to join him. My lips quivered as I forced them to stay in smiling position. The muscles in my cheeks started to burn. Cornelius placed a hand on my shoulder, making me feel very uncomfortable. I wanted to smack it off but knew that wouldn’t go over so well. The people continued cheering.
