It was Friday night and Voilet was reading a book when two girls came along and started to say mean things about her behind her back.
"Ugh, they always do this. Oh well look at that, right on time too"
Voilet thought as she continued to read her book. She wiped a tear from her eye before it fell onto the floor. Violet was a pretty girl. She had long brownish black hair and a beautiful smile. She wasnt that tall, and had the most perfect curves. Violet always wore her hair in a pony tail because when she would let her hair down, it would get in the way, and would be to annoying to deal with, like those girls talking about her.
It was about 1:30am and Violet was left alone with her thoughts, while the other girls were sleeping. She loved when she could just think and no one could judge her. Violet loved her imagination. Without her imagination, she was nothing. Once she imagined that her dolls were alive. People through she was weird though because an 11 year old is "too old" for that.
It was 2:00am and she started thinking about what life would be like if she left the nasty, old worn down orphanage.
"Its not that bad of an idea"
she thought. As the idea got into her head, she actually considered leaving. Then, she grabbed her bag and started packing.
