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Michael could hear Susan, the owner of the orphanage knocking on everyone's bedroom doors. He groaned, knowing it was his turn soon.

"Michael? Are you awake my love? It's time for breakfast," Susan said, knocking on Michael's door. He sighed.

"Coming," he replied, crawling out of bed and putting some clothes on. He opened his door to Harrison, one of the younger boys running back and forth with a paper airplane. He rolled his eyes and walked past him.

Sitting down at the big table, Michael saw they had the usual; slightly burnt toast or cornflakes. He huffed and grabbed a bowl, pouring the flakes and milk into it and scooping them into his mouth.

"Did you sleep well sweetie?" Amanda, another worker at the care home smiled down at Michael.

"Fine" he replied bluntly. Michael had never liked living here, and never liked anyone he lived with, so he couldn't wait to turn 18 and get out of there.

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