In one hour, how can I go from devoting my life to stucky fan-fictions and eating my weight in ice cream to fighting for my life and running until I feel like my lungs are going to deflate?
I have no idea.
When I was admitted to an orphanage, I expe...
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"how small you are for such a great destiny."
FERNE'S POV
YOU WOULDN'T IMAGINE an orphanage to be a place where you feel at peace. A place where you're comfortable with every single person surrounding you. A place where you know every living soul in those four walls are trustworthy and caring.
That's because it's not.
I knew that we'd have to do this, it happens every Friday night. Nobody enjoys it, and sure as hell nobody cares, but it keeps Wayne happy.
Wayne, our carer and the manager of this god forbidden home, took great pride in his sexuality. He was gay. And every Friday night, we would hear a story from his teenage years, about what he likes to call 'Wayne's Very Gay Adventures as a Rebellious Teen.'
We'd sit in the lounge; blankets, pillows and anything else that provided a sense of comfort were placed where ever they could fit on the mahogany coloured couch.
I was perched on the end of a sofa, squished up against my best friend Alex, who would constantly have his little brother poking him from the other side. He wasn't very comfortable.
"Sam! Stop poking me or I'll poke your freaking eyes out!" Alex snapped at his younger sibling, glaring down at him with his sky blue eyes.
Sam just stared back, before pulling a raspberry and slumping into the couch, huffing and puffing every once and a while.
Ah, the Carter family. Alex and Sam, inseparable, yet they make out like they hate each other. You could tell they were siblings, their shiny black hair would sit on both of their heads flopping back and forth when they moved.
I didn't really expect Sam to use hair gel, as he's a ten year old boy. Alex? I've been attempting to convince him. Ever since he turned fifteen he's been banging on about how he's 'older' and 'mature' but let's face it, I'm also fifteen and it really doesn't feel any different.
"Alex! Stop being so horrible to Sam. He's only ten." Sarah snapped.
Ah! Sarah Land, my other best friend.
You see, Sarah doesn't have a bad bone in her body. You just look at her and can tell she's a good person, her soft features, how her smile practically takes over her face and how you can't help but feel warm when you see it.
Her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail at the back of her head, flowing downwards and reaching her shoulders, while her green eyes sparkled as she laughed at something with Sam. They got on surprisingly well considering the six year age gap, most sixteen year olds would rather dedicate their lives to parties and relationships than building a friendship with a shy ten year old.
