Broken: An Orphan Story

Broken

I sat there, things packed up. "Ready" to go to college. To become an adult, even though I never had a childhood. 

They say in college, you get a new start. They say you begin your true life. I never had one.

Is it really a new start, when you never finished the old one?

I picked up a picture on top of my suitcase. Kindergarten.

Never was friends with people like myself, orphans. Never was friends with people who had families. Never was friends with anyone.

First grade. A pure emptiness in my mind. Second grade. I sat alone on the swings all year, nobody seemed to care, nobody saw me. Third grade, a repeat, Fourth the same all over again.

Fifth grade. Boys. None of them liked me, so I gave up. I promised myself I'd never like him, or anyone, ever again. Silly promises.

Sixth grade. Fake smiles. Pushing, shoving, hair pulling. Books falling out of my hands, people, laughing...

Seventh grade, I avoided all human contact, I never raised my hand in class I never said a single word. 

Eighth grade. My last year with those people. Those phonies. Those clowns. those pigs, those bullies. Id never had to see them again.

That last day, I found it. Paradise.