Caged

The orphanage

I tried asking where I was but everyone just brushed past me, ignoring me. I felt so alone in this place, I knew nobody. I sat down on the footpath and looked in the bag. It contained some food, a thin blanket and 5 pounds. The cook was so sweet. It must have been difficult to sneak all this. When I saw the blanket I realised just how tired I was from running so far. I wrapped the blanket tightly around me and fell asleep right there in the middle of the footpath. I awoke about an hour later and realised my bag was gone. Without that I had no chance of survival. How stupid of me, to leave it there, unattended. I sat there wondering what to do. I had nowhere to go, no food or no shelter. What did I do to deserve all this? Why couldn't I love a normal life like normal 12 year old boys? I tried asking where I was once more and I had a stroke of luck because the man told me exactly where I was. I was in Bridgend in Wales. To think I had travelled that far from my uncles house in England. I was walking away when the man pulled me back. "Where are your parents?" he asked suspiciously. My heart was pounding. "Erm.. ehh.. um.. th-they just went t-to the shop to get something" I managed to blurt out, but he didn't seem satisfied with this. "Come with me" he ordered. I had no choice but to follow him. He brought me to a tall grey building. The words MR OXFORDS ORPHANAGE FOR BOYS were printed in capitals on the front.