I don't ask for much, you know. I've never asked for a lot. Here I was, just a regular night in my room, waiting for the janitor to lock the doors to the dormatories. The manager of the orphanage, Kate, was probably out again. Probably drinking with her buddies, thinking, "Yep, the kids'll be alright tonight."
My birthday, today, was ...the same. Same as every year. Every year, I'd wake up to find my companion, MJ, shaking my shoulders to wake me, only to find her professing the classic tune of, "Happy Birthday". But this year was way different. MJ had graduated from this crappy orphanage, (no euphemism, because it's literally what this place is) and gone off to find this thing called life.
So to start off the day, to wake up to no one, to have the same revolting breakfast downstairs with a stupid candle stuck in the middle of it, was nothing but normal. My eighteenth birthday wasn't a big deal because hey, it's only the day when I legally become an adult, and tried seriously in this world. But... wow, I should shut up. This world; ha! If only I could've had the sweet oppurtunity to experience just a little taste of it. As I was forced to chug a disgusting substance called reality.
************** (That night)
Going to bed, same as usual, only somewhat different. This time, I really had a nice thought conversation with myself. This time I actually, you know, considered, what would happen tomorrow.
I'd be let go. I'd be let go. Out. Out of the orphanage. Into life.
I'm screwed. I have no idea what to do with life. I just want.... YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT?
I want. I need a family. But guess what? Can't have it; what's new?
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A Place in this World
Non-FictionA place in this world is all she ever wanted, nothing more, except when she finally and ultimately addresses her desire for the one thing she knew she could never obtain: A family. A real, loving family. When she finally gets what she thinks she ne...
