Now you may think I'm 18... But I got these tattoos illegally when I was 13. I've always been a troubled kid ever since my mom left me at an Orphanage when I was 10. Most people think I'm sweet but when I get to their house they kick me out and I end up back to the Orphanage. I'll be out of this Hellhole in 2 more years, I am 16 and my name is Halie. Now I've got my bridge, lip (sharkbites), nose, tongue, and a hand piercing (dermal). I've gotten these illegally too... I got them by faking my I.D. that's what made them illegal. Most people call me the Badass of the Orphanage, if they don't call me that they are my friends. I don't tolerate people I don't like saying my name. "HALIE!" one of the Sisters called. I ignored her and propped my feet up on my bed. I heard feet rummaging up the stairs as the door opened forcefully. "ARE YOU TRYING TO GO TO JAIL AND HELL?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" She yelled at me. I was thinking of what I did this time. Drugs? No I wasn't out last night... Did I party? No I went no where. Ahhh I remeber... I giggled. "YOU KNOW SHILOH IS IN THE HOSPITAL?!?!" She screamed. "Fuck off, she needed it." I walked past Sister Mary. I smiled. "I heard you weren't a virgin Mary last night." I laughed. I heard Mary playing with herself yesterday... With a kid from the orphanage. Her mouth went opened quickly and walked fastly behind me and pulled me by the hair to make me look at her. "Get off me you stupid Cunt!" I yelled. She threw me to the ground and giggled and walled off. "I'll get you cocksucker!" I screamed.
