Don't let me down ~ Beatles

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"Josephine  as much as we would all like to sleep in we can't and that's goes for you too."
Yells Amma from the doorway with a pile of laundry like every morning. I moan into my pillow and look around the room to the other bed. They were all empty. Like every morning.
"Josephine now!" Yells Amma
"I'm up I'm up."
"Oh and there's a new girl so go greet her." she says and chucks me a clean top. I quickly change into it and make my way down to the food hall or as we like to call it the slop room. As I walk in the room buzzes with life and chatter is heard everywhere. I walk to the front of the line and get my usual. Wheat. On my birthday I get Fruit Loops so that's the best thing about this place. As I walk to my seat in the very corner I pass the new girl. I stop and turn.

"Welcome to Strawberry fields orphanage. It bloody suck."
I leave her my milk and walk away. I mean what other welcoming present can I give her. Here you give the new person your morning milk. You just usually go up and say

Hey welcome to hell. It sucks to have no one but here have some milk.

I seriously want to ask the person who started this what they were thinking cause we don't get much food here anyways.

I make my way to my table and sit down.

I'm all alone. Like always.

And i eat my food in silence. Like always.

If your not dumb you can notice I hate it here. The only person I tolerate is Amma. Amma raised me and treated me as her own. She dose that with everyone but they all know I'm the one who is like a daughter. It's weird to say my only friend is my mother of sorts but I'm fine with it. I'm the only kid who's been here for 17 years so I've established a relationship.

Amma found me outside the orphanage on 13 of March 1996 during one of the worst thunder storms recorded. She found me whaling and screaming as some animal had scratched up my arm and the lightning scared me. After that she took me in. When I was a child I though for a long time that I would be adopted by a king and queen but that's just dreams. But when all the kids I knew had left I realised no one wanted me. Batch after batch of kids would leave and I would still be here.

All alone

Soon I was tired of friends leaving to a new exciting life promising to write but never do. So I kept to myself and worked harder at school.

We were homeschooled by the staff here but mainly Amma. No one bothered really and some classes I had to admit I didn't pay attention to but the one I always would was music. I was fascinated with the bands and rock and roll. Amma taught music and around the building would play the Kinks, The Rolling Stones but mostly The Beatles. They soon at age 2 the Beatles became my favourite band and still are. I was infatuated and was always in a sort of trance when I listen to them. Their music always made me feel better and would lighten me up. All the other kids didn't like it but Amma would play it for both of us. Amma love John. She always said he was pure peace and love and that she hopes we'll turn out like that.

I'm soon snapped out of my haze by a menacing voice.
"What are you doing there?! Move!" A boy who looks 15 yells at me with a group of idiots behind him. They all snicker.
The whole room goes silent. They all know this is my spot. Has been since I got here.
"Are you idiots lost?" I ask not the slightest bit intimidated. Everyone in the room laughs or snicker and the boy starts to get flustered.

"Yeah well shut up." he says and as soon as people start laughing he smiles proudly and puffs up his chest.

"Don't be so proud. There laughing at you you little imbecile." at this I rest my feet on top of the table. A few of his friends try not to laugh but don't succeed.

"Shut Up!" He yells and starts to get red in the face.

I start to clap.
"Wow you know when you say the same lame comeback twice it dose make a difference." At this the whole room burst with laughter. I don't get it, it's not even funny. But everyone knew not to mess with me. If they do the get humiliated. Sarcasm is my main department and the subject  I major in.
The imbecile who I've now decided called pimple prince due to the many pimples that cover his entire face, glares at me but walks away. Soon the laughing dies down and everyone goes back to normal.

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4 days later

This little turd has been on my nerves all week. He's so arrogant and vain and I can just see that everyone that meets him want to slap him. He try's to get back at me but always fails. But he doesn't have music with me and that's such a relief.
I'm leaving music right now and I'm making my way down the stairs. See this old building has large concrete stairs going up 5 story's. These stairs are where everyone hangs out but now it's deserted. But now footsteps can be heard.

"Well look who it is boys. It's little miss sarcastic." A few laughs are followed.

"Ah prince pimples how my I help you." I say trying to make my voice sound like a palace servant.

A few snicker but turd-bag elbows them.

"I'm gonna get you for humiliating me. You will pay."

I just laugh at him and walk away but in a flash he's beside me and has a tight grip on my arm. I stop dead in my tracks and slowly turn towards him with the most sinister look ever.

"Let. go. of. me. now" I say through gritted teeth.

He smirks.

"What are you gonna do bout it?" He say grinning evilly.
"I don't know how bout this." and I kick him between the legs.
He whines and falls to his knees and I walk off.

About halfway down the stairs I feel a harsh blow on my back. I stumble a bit and look around to see that idiot and all of a sudden he punches me square on the face. I'm in shock for a few seconds but soon snap out and hit him back. I hit him on the jaw.
With that he snaps. He rushes forward and tackles me. I kick and hit and yell at him but he's really heavy and strong. But I slide out from under him and turn around to run down the rest of the stairs. Soon I feel a painf blow to the back again and it send me flying

And flying
And flying
All the way down the stairs.

The pain is unbearable. I smash my head on the solid concrete and soon my eyes droop

And it starts to go black

And the last thing I see is my blood.