The orphanage was absolutely preposterous. I hated it and
the girls in it with a passion. Don't get me wrong- phoebe used to be an amazing person, but then she found a new friend at the orphanage, marilyn. Her friend marilyn was a total brat. She was probably the biggest brat in the whole home, and let me tell you that place is brat-infested!
There were many different cliques in the girls' home. There was sasha, genevieve, olivia, and jessie who were in one clique. The clique that phoebe was in was kathryn-marie, kimmy, phoebe, rose, and of course the big brat marilyn.
Let me remind you that I was only six at the time, and the oldest girl in the orphanage was only eight. These six year old clique ideas were crazy!
I was in a clique all by myself, just old susanna, lonely as ever. I had nothing in common with the girls at that home except for the fact that I was a girl and my name started with a lowercase letter.
On the third day of my stay at the girls' home, I woke up to my butt-length hair that had never been cut, no longer to where my ear is.
That night I cried myself to sleep feeling so unwanted. I was a young six year old girl. Most six year old girls long to be a princess, while I only longed for one friend.
