I looked down at the card, while the rain patted on my head.
“443, Stemway Orphanage, Hollow Ave.”
I sighed in disbelife, I have been passed orphanage to orphanage, but maybe this place was different.
My name is Willow Walk. I am an orphan, never knew my parents, but I get dreams about them all the time. More like memories when im asleep. The only way I can escape is by falling asleep. I am only 12, and I just feel the need to imagine during class. I escape to new world. With a family, in a grassy field, with a blue sky. But, where I live, is the opposite. The sky is black and it always rains. Well, back to my story. My little imperfect life was going to become something even a King couldn’t imagine. I would be on top of the world.
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The Dreamer.
Teen FictionI looked down at the card, while the rain patted on my head. “443, Stemway Orphanage, Hollow Ave.” I sighed in disbelife, I have been passed orphanage to orphanage, but maybe this place was different. Willow Walk is an undiscovored gem. She is an or...
