Dear diary,
My name is Reen. I don't actually know if I have a last name.
I don't like other people much.
My parents died when I was around 8.
This stupid orphanage acts like they care and they feel bad about what happened to me. They expressed sympathy for the loss of my parents. It was clearly fake though. Even then I knew it was fake.
If they cared they would have looked after us more. I wasn't in my right mind to look after myself and get over it.
They got pretty mad when I refused to unpack.
Turns out it was a good thing. Not even a day later they located my older brother and I was going to be living with him.
That was great, don't get me wrong. I love my brother. Well, loved. It wasn't an issue moving in with him.
However, him dying and leaving me back at the orphanage a month later? That was an issue.
I was considered too violent by the people here too. So I'm not allowed outside anymore except for school, even then I'm not allowed to join clubs and stuff, not that I'd want to.
They'd rather I not talk to any perspective parents either.
I couldn't really care less. I don't like it here, but it couldn't be any better outside.
Sooo, that's my life. It sucks. Wanna swap? Being a book doesn't sound so bad.
-Reen
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Dear Diary (boyxboy)
RandomDear diary who knew I'd end up with a crush on my adopted brother? Reen is a boy with a bad past and he's fallen for his brother who appears to have a bad present.
