Alice

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I hear someone scream my name,awakening me from my slumber. "ALICE!" They called out loudly. I shot up out of bed with a sigh. How I hate early orphanage mornings, but this is my life now. I just have to accept it. It all started 8 years ago when I was only 7 years old. I was a cheerful girl,and I had a lovely life. But I was young then. Things were different. I couldn't see the sad truth, I wasn't wanted. One night my parents told me we were going out to play in the country. This was something we did regularly, so I was very excited. I loved to play outside. We drove further than usual that day, but I didn't think much of it. After awhile we arrived at a beautiful country field. They encouraged me to go out and play, so I did. I heard a loud slam behind me and turned around to see my parents driving off in their car. I tried to run after them but I just couldn't keep up. All I wanted was to go home. I was terrified. I hid in a little treehouse someone had built in a big cherry tree.A little old lady named June found me there a few days later, and she happened to own an orphanage. She took me there to warm up, and it became my temporary home. But here I am,8 years later. Still without an adoptive family. I've come to realize that whatever reason my parents gave me up for all those years ago must be the same reason nobody wants to adopt me now. I should really stop thinking about my problems now. Everyone says I need to stop with my daydreaming. At least I have a roof over my head. I quickly get dressed and rush out of the bedroom to see whose calling me.When I come out I bump right into a girl named Lily. She's June's daughter. She's running the orphanage now since June is getting up there in her years. "You need to watch where you're going honey." She says as she stands up from the ground. "I'm sorry Lily." I mumble quietly. "What was it you need?" I ask her. "Oh Alice!" Laughed Lily. "You were almost late to breakfast again." "What?! Again? Nobody told me to wake up. I thought breakfast was at 8:00." I reply in a panic. "It's at 7:00 my dear,and Mia tried waking you up 20 minutes ago." Oh god. I messed up again. "Uh, you said I was almost late right..?" "Hurry into the kitchen!" I ran off into the kitchen and sat in my assigned chair. I looked around, everyone was staring at me. There are 12 people at the orphanage all together. There's Mia, the oldest out of us. She's 16 years old. She's always talking about how in a couple years she's going to leave all of us "losers" behind. Then there's Donna. She's 14,and very sweet. I think she's the only one here who genuinely cares about all of us. There's little Callie, who's only 7 years old. She reminds me of myself when I was younger, except she wasn't abandoned. She was put here because her farther was dangerous. There's Maggie,and she's 10 years old. She adores animals and is always asking to keep stray dogs she finds chewing up our garden. There's Diana, and she's 12. I don't know much about her as she always keeps to herself. Then there's the boys. There's Robert and he's 5. He's always pulling pranks on everyone. There's Jay and he's 16.He is so cute. He has chocolate brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Except I don't have a chance with him because he hates me and he's all Mia's. There's Fred, and he just turned 2. As you can imagine, he's pretty crazy right now because of his age. There's Dan, and he's 14. He's really likes sports. And when I say really, I mean he really likes sports. There's Nate, and he's 15. He seems like a bit of a creep. And then there's Bobby. He's 5. He doesn't do much. They all stare at me in silence until Mia breaks it. "Looks like you decided to show up." She says with an eye roll. "Shut up Mia." I reply quickly. She just laughs at me. Typical Mia. I take one bite out of the pancakes that had been placed in front of me, and am then told that it's time for school. I try to take one last bite, but Mia drags me out of my seat. "I'm not being late for the bus AGAIN!" She says. We all run outside to make our way to school.

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