Prolouge

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Prologue -

My blue eyes fluttered open, looking into the sunlight from the tiny caged window at the top corner of my room. I turn to face the other side and lay there for a few minutes before finally pulling myself up from the hard, wooden thing that I call my bed. The room is dark and lifeless as I walk to the broken mirror on the wall and pick up the old wooden brush beside it on the floor, brushing out my tangles in my long, brown hair. I walk back over to my bed and pull out some ripped skinny jeans and a black tank top from under it.

After I'm done changing, I walk out of my room and down the stairs to the first floor where all the other kids play and do their chores. Their hair was in mounds of tangles and their faces were covered in dirt and dust. The clothes they had on were ripped and dirty like mine and right then I remembered... I'm an orphan.

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