Why me? I must ask because I am not sure if this is supposed to happen to anyone. WHy did you make my parents die the second I was born? WHy did you lead on a path of destruction. Having someone pushing you to keep going but holding you back if you go too far. The worst part is, I have no supporters. Nobody will just stand up for me or even bother to say hello. I am not that different. You can't just exclude me if I haven't even had a chance to introduce mysel. I am Olivia. I am thirteen years old and I live in Chicago. There is that so hard! You guys listen to music and watch TV for hours but you don't have the attention to say hello to somebody?! I am the outsider at my school. Everyone is obsessed with one direction! Nobody cares about school! They just sneak on their phones! At least I have one person who sort of cares, I guess. His name is Jake, he is my romate. Our parents were killed the same way. My mom was pregnant and my dad was taking her to the hospital. Her water broke. We were rushing down t the hospital when somebody opened fire. My dad pushed my mom under the car seat. He stayed to keep watch and protect her. The masked man went from car to car shooting about 3 bullets in every car. The cab driver ran away as fast as possible, leaving my mom and my dad. My mom started to hyperventellate. Suddenly, the gunman went to the other window and broke it with his bare hand. He shot my mom from behind. He shot again. The bullet flew through the air killing my dad.By the time the ambulance came, I had to have a seasection to live. Jake is 2 years older then me. He was 2 at the time and they were driving to a red lobster. The same thing happened to his parents. The worst part is, it happned on his birthday and he can remeber his parents. He and I always talk to eachother but not that much. He does have some anger issues. If you say the slightest thing, he could either hug you or kick you in the shins. He scares me sometimes. He got expelled from 3 schools and almost got into Juvie but no matter what I support him. He gives me advice, I give him advice. The orphanage is the worst place to live. The blankets have one layer of thread. I share a bed with 2 other girls! It is a tight squeez but we manage. I have been feeling sick lately but they do nothing about it. I have had a lingering headache and I have been feeling nauseas. I have learned to ignore it but I have been feeling more tired then usaul. We get oatmeal for evry meal and the oatmeal! I am not sure oatmeal is supposed to be green! I have been to a doctor once and that was when I was born! Luckily an orphanage inspector comes in every month! They change things little by little but it adds up to a big help! They might start requiring that we get check ups but I doubt the owner will do that. He is obsessed with all the money he has. I hear the dinner bell ring in the backround. I run over the the wooden tea table and wait. My mouth watered. The chef slammed down a bowl of oatmeal. Green as Oscar the grouch. I devoured it no matter how gross it was. The owner came up to me. "Come with me!" He said in a snooty voice. I walked in nervously. "SIt!" he said slamming his hand on the desk. I sat down trembling. "You." he sighed, "Acoodring to the law, we have to take you to the doctor." I smiled a little bit but not enough for him to notice. I gaged a little bit and left. I jumped into bed an didn't move for the whole night. For some reason I was excited. I couldn't put my finger on it though. I just stayed thinking about what it would be like. The headache came back. It was like electricty flashing in my brain. My excitement drifted away. My face went blank. Then I blanked out. It was plain darkness. I couldn't breathe.
