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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Practically Daddy [COMPLETE]
FanfictionAfter her family's death, 14 year old Jo is transferred to an orphanage in Staten Island and couldn't be more miserable, until she is saved by an amazing person. She starts to enjoy life more, with lots of adventures everyday. In a twist, she discov...