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[Chapter 1]; I Don't Really Like Changes

Would you be able to tell me what life really is? Cause if you know; I'm all ears. I'm just confused all the time. I don't believe in god. I don't believe in luck nor faith nor destiny nor love. I don't know what leads me. Maybe it's well thinking. But then again, I don't even know what I'm thinking. I can't make my mind about anything. I always overthink and I always have more opinions about everything.

"C'mon kids, diner!" that's announced by the person I'm probably least fond of in the history of the human kind - Dr Manson. She thinks she controls our lives. Well honey, hell no! At least not mine. I am the eldest here and I must say everyone here is fucking annoying. Maybe it's just puberty or maybe it's just me being me; Manson doesn't like it. She hates me back; what a great relationship huh.

I looked around my room as my usual routine, just so I know if anyone went inside. Surely it sounds stupid and unneeded, but I don't know what else to do. They don't allow us phones or internet here.

"Franklin, come down here!" I sighed (as always) and opened the old and swollen door of my room. I walked through the old hallway to the squeaky old, spiral stairs that led to the second and the first floor. The dining area is on the second floor, so that's where I'm heading. I took slow and lazy steps. I don't like meat anyways, I never eat it. So that means I will only get to eat a few little spoiled vegetables.

They don't even care about the fact that I have been here the longest, they should serve me better food that others get. I suppose they just have a lack of brain.

I walked in the room. Some kids shivered, some smiled, some ignored. I sat on my regular spot - alone. My table was labeled '9'. I don't know why but on my first day here it just drew me over to itself.

Manson sat down, I don't know why cause I didn't exactly allow her to do that but she did "We need to talk" she started. I didn't even bother to pick my head up "You have been here for a pretty long amount of time, you know" I made eye contact with her for a split second then continued picking through the vegetables I got "For what, eight years?" I slowly nodded, adding another little broccoli in my mouth.

"Just go to the point and leave" I said firmly and gave her a mocking smile.

"You are the only kid-"

"I'm not a kid anymore" I rolled my eyes. What did she even think? That she could come and sit down next to me in my table? And call me a kid too? That ain't gonna roll with me.

"Yes, you are Franklin-"

"And that's not my name. It's easy to remember" I brought my finger up, pointing at the notebook she always carried with herself "You might want to write it down... Imma spell​ it for you: F-R-A-"

"That's enough, Franklin"

"N-K" I frowned "You didn't write it down and you called me Frankl-whatever... You must be deaf"

She sighed. I hate her, now she is even coping me with sighing.

"Anyways..." she readjusted her skirt. Now when I think about it, she always wears skirts and dresses. Real lady right. I would rather say, real devil "Every child here shares their room with somebody, only you don't"

If she is going to say what I think she is going to say...

"So I found you a roommate..." She waved her hands in the air as if she can't exactly explain what she is saying, as you can see she is an uneducated and brainless woman "And you'll have to be good and welcoming to him"

"And what if I'm not as you wish me to be?" I grinned.

"I'll think of that..." Woah, she comes to me to tell me how I should act but she doesn't have anything to threaten me with? That's a terrible plan "He will be here in half an hour so better behave"