Another Sad Story

Chapter 5

     I finished packing my things and set them on my bed, I had to be ready to go to the orphanage, they were going to pick me up in about ten minutes. I am so sad i'm gonna miss this house. Oh, well , there are so many bad memories in this house anyway. I sit down on my ragged couch and I feel a cockroach on my back, I just stand up and look out the window. They are here, in a black Denali. I feel like i'm being arrested, but i'm not. I get in the car and don't say a word. I don't cry anymore, ever since my dad died I haven't shed a tear. I know if I start crying i'll never stop. We drive for about twenty-five minutes until we made it. It looked very run down but it still looked big and maybe, just maybe there was a play ground on the other side of the building. I know i'm sixteen but it's been forever since i have been on any playground. This might be okay after all.  I get out of the car and l look up at the big building. I grab my paper bag from the car and walk to the door. I step back and let them talk to my new "family". In about two minutes i'm in the door. I look around. All i see is doors, doors, and more doors. I look at my foster parents and decide to say nothing. The orphanage owner says,"Mmhm, well  I guess i'll show  you to your room. 

    He takes me around a corner to another hallway but this one is filled with paintings. He shows me to a red door with a small hole in it. I open it and look around . It is all pink. ALL pink. The carpet, the beds the curtains, the walls everything! I don't have anything to complain about though do I?  I lived in a room without a bed, so this isn't so bad. I still say nothing. He says,"You don't talk much do ya?" I shake my head slightly up and down. He comes closer to me and says,"This room gets cold a lot, so if you ever need to get warm you can come snuggle with me." His breath smells like beer and onions. That kinda weirded me out so I backed away and started unpacking. He said,"Suit yourself." and left.