"What are you doing..?" I think in my mind, as I try to shape the wierd figure appearing awfully close to my face, cheeks, and nose. "If only I could talk, I'd give these crazy orphanage ladies a piece of my large mind!" I madly thought in my head.
"You're such an ugly baby! But you have no idea what I'm saying! No you don't! No you don't!" She said in her terrible baby-talking voice, which made me gag, which I've tried to do huge gags every so ofter. But no matter how much I attempt, she's always got her ciggarette-breathy mouth in my face!
I stayed in a very small room. Maybe.....as big as my body, which again... I'm only one! The other two girls in my room were huge cry babies. Every five minutes It'd be "I want ba-ba (which means bottle)", or even "Change me!!". It sounded like those cheap barbie dolls that'll pee and barf all over you.
I have..........a problem. The doctors say I'm perfect, actually one of the most healthy babies ever to be born in Oak Lake Hospital. I have photographic memory. No one knows, because I've never talked. I've managed to utter a couple words to myself, but they turn into "Blaugh Blaugh Blaugh".
Don't get me wrong, I can talk. Actually....I am working on my fluency. One night, I practiced my reading by reading the tags on my clothes, posters in the room, and magazing covers. Sometimes those little turds that are in the same room as me say, "Emma talked!!". All I can say is.....blabber mouths.
The orphanages ladies always laugh very loudly and say, "That stupid this? How can she read, if she never gets any parents?" They laugh, and leave. If you think about it....that doesn't make any sence! Just because I have no parents, doesn't mean I can not read? Stupid orhanage ladies.
