Chapter 2

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I spent the whole night thinking about how I never said "I love you" to my family. I guess you don't really know what you have until you don't have it.

At around 8 am, I started packing for my move to the orphanage. I put all my clothes, the ashes, pictures, and some other personal belongings. I said goodbye to the home I spent my whole life in.

I rested until about 9:30. I was still thinking about them. I put on my black hoodie and black leggings. I mostly had black and dark blue clothes, I was a pretty dark person.

The clock struck 10, and it was time to go. I looked out the window, and saw the bus. It was rusty, and looked pretty old. I hope that's not what the orphanage is like. I went downstairs and went on the bus. It was just the lady I talked on the phone with (who I ignored on the bus), the bus driver, and me. I put on my headphones and took out my phone. I first listened to some sad music to fit the mood. Then I watched some Impractical Jokers episodes to try to lighten my mood. I only felt all little better.

After what seemed like days of being on the bus, we arrived at an old looking building that said in small letters "Staten Island Orphanage." I walked inside and saw mostly babies and toddlers. I don't tolerate little kids.

The only good thing about having only kids there gives me my own room--at least I thought. I had to share with a girl named Emily.

When I entered the room, I didn't say anything to her. She didn't speak either. All she did was smoke cigarettes and touch herself. She lit a cigarette, and said to me "I'm 17. Turning 18 in two weeks. Then I get to leave. Lucky you." I was definitely intimidated by her.

When one of the workers yelled "Dinner is ready," all the kids would crawl or run. Emily and I got our own table, but she just ate in her bed. There was an old tv near the table. I turned it on to Impractical Jokers. I thought of the time I met Q and the time I went to a live show with my parents and brother. I'll probably never have someone take me to see them again.

I finished my dinner and went to my room. It was a small room with no windows. The beds were practically right next to each other. It smelled like cigarettes and BO. I really hope I don't  have to stay here for long.

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