When I first got to the orphanage I felt lonely, but I didn't care. I would go to the orphanage library and read lots of books, especially mystery books. There were three girls there that liked picking on other kids. I hated them, how dare they say bad things about them, like it isn't their fault they didn't have parents. Plus they didn't have any either, but they always said it was different because they ran away, they had chosen this life. But I knew it wasn't like that , you could totally tell they were only doing it because they had nothing better to do. I thought they wouldn't pick on me, but I was so wrong. When they found out why I was there they started saying stuff. I can still remember them saying those horrible things. They would say that it was all my fault my mother died. And that maybe I had killed her. I find it funny and feel pity for them now. They were so stupid, childish and immature. One day I lost my control...they were making fun of my friend so I lost it. They tried hitting me but I punched and kicked. Until I put the palm of my hand towards one of them, the next thing I know she's on the floor crying, but then she suddenly stops and freezes. Everyone stared at me as if I was a psychopath. They all backed away. Then some of the workers pulled my arms and dragged me to a different room. I tried asking what was happening but they just said I was going to be transfered, I was worried what if I had killed her, I wasn't sure what to do so I got out of the room and tried running away, but they got me. They injected me, so I fell asleep. The next day I woke up they didn't give me breakfast, nor lunch, they just gave me a cold, nasty looking sandwich. They did this for a whole month the next month they started feeding me a little more better. I stayed there for about 6 months alone. Most of the times the worker serving me food told me that he hated people like me , that I should die.
After those six months some people came for me. When I came out of that stupid room I felt so free, but I noticed that nobody from the orphanage knew who I was , the worst part was that my supposedly "friend" was picking on other kids. What a friend right? She didn't like it , yet she did it. what a fucking hypocrite! Well, too bad, anyways they took me to a far away orphanage. I wasn't sure where I was I'd never seen a place like it. All i knew was that I was going to a special orphanage for people like me. I read the sign it said "Cadrette Home". I thought it was going to be the same thing like the other orphanage but I was wrong. Once I got there the director explained everything to me, I was special.....I had powers.
