The Orphan Who Tried it All

Oh, How Love Can Turn Things Around

I woke up, frightened. I didn't have enough sleep through out the night because of all the police cars driving across town, sending out search parties here and there. No doubt Jane called the police as soon as I left for the door. She wouldn't drag herself out to look for me, or to even call my name. But I had other problems to solve.

I opened my bookbag, full of all of my necessities. Amazing how i could fit everything i needed in a regular school bookbag. Infact, this is the same one I used to carry my things when I transferred orphanages. I have been to four in my life. Jane just happened to be the second worst. Ms. Penelope Peterson, I dare say, was the worst ophanage owner I ever met. The last time I saw her, it was my seventh birthday, and that was the best birthday gift I ever had! But as I recalled the brutal events that happened during my years from three to seven, I came back to reality, where I was laying behind all of the trash. I hadn't heard a police car in a while, so I decided to dress into my disguise.

"10:07, although I really do need a watch," I thought in my head. Although I didn't need a watch, I could tell time like cat can smell catnip. My father taught me. Well I should say, instructed me with his written directions. See, my dad loved my mom very much. He came up with a plan, that since he could not live without her, to die with her. He would commit suicide. But he wouldn't die on the day she would, it would be too much for me to handle. So, he said he was born on his birthday, so he must end on his birthday. The birthday after she died, he would commit suicide, which happened to be his thirty-first birthday, and a month after I turned two. Although, before his prearranged death, he wrote me directions on almost everything he knew. That including how to tell time. These instructions were the only thing he left in his will to me, saying also if I followed the instructions I would be successful enough as him, becoming an astronomer and all that. He gave all of his money to charity, not even so much so as a nickle for his only daughter. But that's alright; I forgive him. He probably would have ended up in a nut house without my mom to guide him in the right direction. 

I looked up at the sky, knowing it was time for me to leave. I had to find a train ride I wanted to take. I looked up online places where thirteen year olds can work, and that was only in a couple states, including Arizona. So, I will find a train ride to Arizona, although far away from Phoenix. Just in case they try to find me there. 

"So this is it," I thought, with a more drastic tone to it, "I finally get to live a life I want to pursue, not be told what I must or musn't do."

And with that, I took secret paths, alleys, and even trenches to get to the nearest train station.