Dear mom and dad,
I'm in 1st grade now, in case you forgot.
Today a bunch of grown-ups came by the orphanage, they were scary.
They went by us and made little sounds as they looked at us. It felt weird.
Some of them looked nice, but the nice ones always looked at the other, smaller ones, they liked them the most.
The meaner looking ones like the big kids, they would poke them and ask questions, they would huff a little when they answered, stick their noses in the air and grab them to the door.
No one looked at me. I felt invisible. Like invisi-girl.
If you were there you probably would've looked at me and gave me a big hug.
I miss you. Come back.
Love,
Everly Johnson
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Teen FictionEverly Johnson, orphaned as a young child, she never knew much about outside world. The social cliques, what to wear and what not to. She didn't understand why they laughed behind their hands as she walked by. She didn't understand why everyone ha...
