Take Care

I sighed.

Gazing out the window, I watched wistfully as the group of highschoolers carried on walking, entering the local coffee shop.

It must be nice to have friends.

At least, friends around your age. I’m the only seventeen year old here. All the rest of the kids here are under the age of ten. It’s fun to play around with them, but I just can’t talk about other things with them.

The one person I knew I could always go to though was Pamela. She’s our caretaker.  She was a nice lady in her late-thirties, with a few gray hairs and wrinkles. She had these warm brown eyes that made you feel welcome, and she was very soft-spoken. A lot of people said I was like her in a way. She could’ve passed as my mother. The only difference was our eyes. While hers were chocolaty, mine were green. Some argued that they were beautiful, but to me they looked dull.

Don’t get me wrong; I loved it here! All the kids were super nice, and we all got along as if we were real brothers and sisters.

It’s just that, for as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to go to public school. Theres one not too far away from here, about one or two miles. Sometimes when I take a walk in the evening, I’ll quickly stop by there, just looking at the large building, imagining myself going there every morning and interacting with other kids my age.

The other teenagers are so lucky! They don’t know how boring it gets here.

Right now, I’m homeschooled. All the kids here are. Pamela does some of it, but mostly we have a tutor that comes every weekday. Now that its summer though, he doesn’t come anymore, and its even more boring than usual.

All day, we either lounge around inside, watching T.V or playing video games—which I’ve gotten really good at--, or go out in the back for a swim in the big pool.

The coolest part is that I get my own room. Since I’m an older girl and “have more needs”, I moved into this room as soon as I became a teenager. It’s roomy, and filled with everything I need, including my own bathroom, which is a HUGE privilege.

Pamela takes me shopping sometimes for new clothes with the money I’ve saved over the years from holidays and birthdays.

Oh, my birthday is coming up too—on June 17th actually. And ironically, I’m turning seventeen. But this year I’m going to ask for something I’ve never asked for before. Something that I’ve been dreaming of for years. Something that will make me the happiest person on the planet.

I’m going to ask to go to school. 

Oh, and if you didn't know; 

My name's Carrie, and I'm an orphan. 

A/N-- Okay, so I know this sounds kinda depressing haha, but its gonna  be in a normal P.O.V next chapter. Its not gonna be so informational. Remember, this was just a prologue to fill you guys in.

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xxSam (: