The wind blew against the large victorian building, as i tried to dooze of into a wonderful sleep. Knowing that that was imposible meant that i had to stay awake the whole night and listen to the awfull snores of my horrible room mate Melissa who i have known for about five years now.
She was dumped at this rat hole as we like to call about the same time i was, so it was only obvious that both of us would start talking and gossiping almost right away.
We had shared books and toys and played almost all the time unless our social workers were up front asking us questions. We have never really been apart for too long, sometimes wed be shipped of to some lunatic foster parents but end up being brought back due to our horrible yet mis leading behaviour.
I have been in countless homes, being fed bit by bit to unwelcoming strangers who would always have great intentions but then regret everything and give us hopeless children back to the orphanage. I guess they never had anything better to do. i have always been a positive person but even i wasnt stupid enought to get attached to a family or certain people in it just in case they got sick of me and threw me back to the dumpster that was hell.
I was only two when my parents were both killed in an unfortunate plane crash whilst they were of happy on their honey moon. I on the other hand was left to suffer at one of my mums closest friends house, i never really knew my parents but i guess that that was due to the fact that they were killed almost imediatley after I was born.
i didnt want simpathy i wanted to have a place called home, and if it meant being on my own until i found one then i guess that id have to wait for that unfortunate day.
When i woke up the following morning. I lay for a while against my pillows as i listened to the wonders of living and waking up in a city, horns were being beebed and teenagers were swearing between them as they made their way to school just along the street.
One of the great things about being an orphan was that you had the option of being home schooled, which was the most common preference among us since we didnt want any bullies messing with us and calling us names about the fact that we didnt have any family left and that we were left all alone on the earth with no support or parental nurture which was all that the younger kids yourned for.
I on the other hand have already gotten used to the idea that there will never really be anyone by my side and that i was truly and utterly facing the horrors of the world on my own. And if nobody beleived it then i wouldnt really care.
So for the rest of the day i stayed hidden in my room barely talking to Melissa as i listened to old music that simply made the horrible day even worse. I didnt even go down to dinner after I was called many times by the coordenator or as we like to call him the "stinkinater" since he always had a funny smell near him or he just didnt have a shower.
