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YN pov

I was only 5 years old, in an orphanage. Why? Well, My parents didn't have the money, and they wanted me to have a better life.

I have (yo hair colour) and it was (how long yo hair is). I have (yo eye colour eyes). And I'm not all to short.

The owner of the orphanage's name was Jessica. She didn't have a husband. She was a lonely gall.

But she had blonde hair down to the end of her ears. And bright blue eyes. She was very, very nice to me. And still is.

She takes care of all the other kids, and me, like her own. She treats us like family.

But, one day, a man and woman came to adopt a child. The mother talks to all the other kids, but, I was just to shy.

I hid in my room, under my bed. Drawing. I was drawing a picture of two fox's. (The picture I drew)

Its actually kinda funny how the dark doesn't affect me. I can see just fine.

I got an ipod when I turned 4 because I never came out of my room. Jessica was the most attached to me. I don't know why though.

As I was about to draw the two little fox baby's, something hit my window. I slowly crawled out, not to get a sliver.

I walked over to my window and saw a bird that hit his head and wing. it was just sitting on my window sill.

I opened my window and examined the bird. A chicadee. Not that interesting. So, like I do every day, I just pushed 'em off. And watched 'em fall to the ground. Dead.

Then I wondered why 'E didn't just fly while falling. 'E broke 'es wing. (I say 'E, 'es, & 'em cause u don't know the gender)

Then, I saw a limo come driving down the dirt road. Oh ya, did I mention we are in the country?

But, I notice a woman and a man. How did I see through the black window? I can't usually see through them.

But, they looked rich. I shrugged them off and crawled back under my bed, and put in my ear phones that curl all around your ear.

I continued doing small details, like colouring the fox's! They are FNaF characters.

Foxy, and Mangle. The broken ones! Kinda like me. 'I like fox's-.' My thought's were cut short by a knock on my door. I sighed.

I threw a pebble at my door. I knew it was jessica cause she is the only one who comes to say hi. This time, I heard three pairs of feet.

I slowly crawled out from the opposite direction they were in. I stood up fully. It was the not so rich people. I didn't bother about a family.

All I needed was jess. that is jessica's nick name, Jess. The two grown parent's -more like grown up's- entroduced them selfs.

I just waved slightly. So, jess entroduced them to me, and me to them. I rolled my eyes at them and went back under my bed.

I can be a snot at times. I didn't usually talk much. But, then after I fineshed one fox, mangle, I was gonna do foxy next, but got interrupted again, by a knock.

This time I sprinted to the door. I opened it, two new grown up's. "Hi, I'm Nicole, and this is my husband, Richard." She smiled at me.

I said the first words I have said to a new grown up, "h-hello," I looked down with a red face. Jessica lightly gasped.

She then took them to talk some here else. I sighed. I am a smart 5 year old for knowing I was leaving right this moment. I packed up my stuff I REALLY wanted to keep.

My ipod, ipod charger, colored pencils, mechanical pencils, sharpies, paper, and my note book. I was about to get my cloths, but jessica was staning in front of my closest.

I also had the best room. "They will be buying you new cloths, dear," she faintly smiled. I started to cry, I ran to her waist and grabbed at her skirt in the biggest hug I could do.

She hugged me back. "I'll miss you. Jess," I hugged her waist tighter. "I'll miss you to, and I like the nick name." She giggled.

I wasn't gonna let this go. I would be mad about this forever. People say,
'oh, they will always be with you, don't worry about it.'

It is hard to not let this type of thing go. "I'm not leaving you," I wispered through tears. I wasn't making any noise.

I cry without sound. Just like I laugh, without sound. She picked me up, and my small black suit case. She brought me down stairs.

Then I started to feel sleepy.
Next thing I know,

I am in a car, well, limo, with strangers. 'No... why would jess leave me? Why did she put me here?' All I did was mentally cry. And fake sleep, I'm a pro at this type of stuff.

~shinycats ♥

This picture is mine!