17. 17 years.17 years of being a freak.17 years of being in this hell hole of an orphanage. 17 years of abuse from the women who are supposed to care for the children.17 years of starvation. 17 years. I know,no one wants me. I know that I'm a freak. I'm a stupid,unloved,unwanted,freak. I'm Harry. I'm seventeen years of age. I'm a cat hybrid,meaning, I have cat ears and a tail.
I'm used to having people stare,slap,kick,and punch me. No one wants to adopt me. These women tell all the other children that I'm dangerous, but,I'm not...just,really,really...lonely. They believe them,but you can't spell believe,without lie.
There are four other boys in the room next to mine. I know their names because I listen from the hole at the bottom of the wall.
Their names are Luke,Calum,Michael, and Ashton. They try to talk to me but... They also slip me notes but I uh... No,just...no.
I want to meet them and be friends with them...but I can't. Get one meal a day:fish and water.
Every time I do something the women don't like,I don't get fed and I get hit around for hours. I wish I had a family...
I have to go now,if they know I'm talking to anyone, I'm dead. Bye...I'll miss you.
