I woke up feeling hot tears running down my face, I have had the same terrible nightmare for the past 2 months. The same dream of my parents' death.
I still remember the time when me and my sister were playing in the backyard while my parents were sitting and reading on the porch, when all the sudden out of no where a drunk driver crashed and ran into our fence, running over my mom and dad, killing them both.
Thinking of them makes me cry all over again. It's 2AM and here I am sobbing in the corner of my dusty, and ripped up bed.
I glanced over to the other side of the room to see my sister on her bed talking in her sleep she had a frightened look on her face.
"No, no, please, don't hurt us, I just want my mommy and daddy back!" She said.
Her words startled me. I quickly jumped off my bed and ran over to her. I began shaking her awake yelling her name, doing whatever I could to wake her.
"Emma! Emma wake up!" I yell
I stop shaking her as I see her eyes open up slightly. I'm relieved when her breathing becomes slower and calm.
"Are you ok?" I asked worried
"I'm fine don't worry," she says, "I promise you I'm fine Katie, really I am.
I give her a surprised look. I swear for an 11 year old girl she sure is a lot more calm about our parents death then I am. Which is weird because I'm 13, and I'm gonna be turning 14 next month.
I give her a hug and lay down next to her, I begin wiping a tear off of her cheek.
"Are you ok?" she asks with concern.
I knew I had to be strong to keep my sister happy so I lied.
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine... I was just making sure you were ok." I say
I can see it in my sisters face that she knows I'm lying, I'm a terrible liar and she knew it but it was worth a try.
She just glanced at me knowing that I was not okay. She left me alone though. She put her arm around me and closed her eyes. I knew I needed to calm down so I closed my eyes and before I knew it I drifted to sleep.....
The sound of pounding on the door and yelling wakes me up.
"Katie and Emma you better be up! If your not dressed, ready, and down stairs in 5 minutes your gonna get it!!!!" A lady yells.
" Oh no!" Emma and I say at once, "it's Mrs. Johnson!"
So far my day has started out terrible, I over slept and now if I'm not down stairs in 5 minutes Mrs. Johnson will kill me, literally kill me.
Mrs. Johnson is a mean, ugly lady with a wart on her chin and she has a messed up nose, due to a nose job from last month. Really all I can say is she's not meant to run an orphanage. She is just to mean and snotty.
"I hate this orphanage!" Emma said.
"Ya, me too." I said.
We quickly brushed our teeth and literally jogged out of the room like we were competing in a running Olympic event.
I opened the door and we walked down the creaky stairs. The smell of breakfast spoiled my appetite. Mrs. Johnson's canned oatmeal as usual. It's what we have every Tuesday, because according to Mrs. Johnson only good little kids get edible food!
We walked down the hallway and entered the dining room. Everyone stopped and stared at us as we walked to our seats and sat down. I could feel my face burning in embarrassment.
"Well! So glad you can join us for breakfast Katie and Emma." She snickered, "you guys are pretty lucky!"
"We are?" I gulped
"Yes, yes of course you are you made it down just in time, you came in here 30 seconds before the 5 minute mark! You know if you wouldn't have came down quick enough you wouldn't get any breakfast!"
"That would have been the best part of the day if we didn't have to eat what you call breakfast!" Emma said.
"Excuse me, Emma what did you say to me?" Mrs. Johnson said
"N-nothing." Emma said quietly realizing what she had said.
I can not believe Emma said that! She knows that if you back talk Mrs. Johnson your life is practically over.
"That's it!" Mrs. Johnson said, I'm tired of this attitude of yours!"
Mrs. Johnson quickly got up and walked over to Emma. She grabbed Emma's ear and dragged her down the hall. I heard Emma begin to yelp with pain.
I stood up. My mind had a thousand thoughts twisting and turning through it. Shouldn't I do something?
When I was about to go find her my friend Mary grabbed my arm.
"Katie don't do it, she will be fine." She said.
She looked at me with calmness in her eyes and a warm smile on her face. She pulled me into a hug and walked me back to my chair.
I just sat there I couldn't eat anything. Will my sister be okay? When will she come back? I didn't know but I felt the urge that she's not gonna be coming back for a while.
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After breakfast I had my normal morning routine. I had to go outside and water Mrs. Johnson's plants for 30 minutes, then I had to clean my room. Which I usually don't have a problem with doing but me and my sister usually clean together.
So I really didn't like it. I was lonely. I'm not used to being alone, that's why I decided to share a room with my sister. I'm just very social.
I began thinking of how my life was before I came to this damn orphanage.
I had a perfect life that I didn't appreciate, I always thought my life sucked and that my parents gave me nothing. But it turns out my parents tried as hard as they could to make me happy. They tried to give me everything they could no matter how broke they were and I had to be a unthankful brat! And now here I am without a family.
