𝓦𝓐𝓘𝓣 𝓕𝓞𝓡 𝓘𝓣--𝓟𝓙𝓞

I'm a what?

Grover, Logan, and I hopped on the bus to go to our orphanage.

For a little bit of info, when I said it was a hellhole, I don't mean that exactly for the most part, it's just that the people in there are like the spawns of hell. The kids are just depressed and angry and like to take the anger out on us. And the adults aren't any better since they don't even do anything to discipline them, they just tell them to stop and just do nothing else.

I do not want to go back there, but if they really kick us out like Logan said they would, then I want to go there just to go right back out with my stuff.

We were sitting at the back of the bus, sitting quietly, which was very hard.

Logan groaned. "Why is this bus going so slow?" he complained.

"We live thirty minutes away from the school," I told him. "What did you expect? For the bus to go sonic speed?"

"Yes!" Logan shouted before laying his head back and staring out the window.

I huffed before laying my head on the arm rest. My head was still a little dizzy from the fall and I knew that once I went to that orphanage I would not get any rest with those kids always at my throat over everything.

After about twenty minutes of everyone doing their own thing, the bus finally stopped. We soon got off and started walking to the orphanage. Grover and Logan were talking to each other while I was looking at all the signs, knowing full well I couldn't read them. But I needed something to occupy me and I figured this was it.

Finally, we made it to Perry's Cottage. If you think it's as pretty as it sound, you are wrong. The walls of the building was all black with not a single flower or vine to make it stick out at all. It was like a large void of darkness that not even this devil would approve of. I huffed as the three of us went inside.

There was more than a hundred rooms here, but even then not everyone had their own room. Logan and I did, but not everyone was as lucky since some of the kids slept on the floor which meant we had to watch our steps over the kids we walked over.

When we finally reached our rooms, 108 and 109, I looked around but there was no one who noticed us come in.

Logan looked at me. "Let's pack up our stuff and sneak out before anyone sees."

Knowing I don't want any problems, I agreed and walked into my room with Grover following Logan to his room.

I quickly grabbed a bag from my bed and began packing my stuff. A few clothes, toiletries, books, and some stuffed animals I had with me.

I was about to leave when I noticed a picture on my desk. I picked it up and looked at it for a while. It was a picture of my mom, Martha Agulera. It was of when she had me and Logan. She died the day we were born and since we had no other relatives alive with us or near us, we were taken to Perry's Cottage where we now reside.

If you're asking about my father, I never knew him. I never knew my mother either. People who did know her used to say that she had the voice of an angel and was just as beautiful as she was nice and gentle. They'd say she had a few songs she wrote but they never found the song book since it disappeared once she died. They only had good things to say about her, it made me wish that I met her or just had a little memory of her before she died. But I have nothing but the picture of her, which will have to do.

I put the picture in the bag as well and zipped it up tightly. I was about to turn around and head out the door until I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I was a bit scared until I finally turned around and my face lit up.