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Welcome to Weird

I silently screamed shooting up from my spot on the bottom bunk, slamming my head against the top bunk, and then dropping back onto my lumpy pillow. These dreams are killing me! For as long as I can remember, I've lived at The Krystal Spring's Orphanage. Turning to my left, I looked at the bedside alarm clock, 4:37 am. Pushing the blue-gray comforter, I placed my feet on the cold wooden floors.

I'd have to get up soon anyways, might as well beat the crowd. I slowly walked towards the bathroom trying hard not to squeal every time my feet touched the ice cold floor. When I was finally in the restroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. Brown skin, black hair, and hazel almond shaped eyes, approximately 5 foot 7 inches.

I grabbed my aqua toothbrush from the draw under the sink, and watched as the gel like blue paste oozed onto the brush. After brushing thoroughly and rinsing out my mouth, I smiled at myself in the mirror, like I always do, but today something wasn't right. Still holding onto the toothbrush, I reached up with my left hand quite vigilantly to touch my tooth. It was longer than the majority and pointed sharply. There were four teeth longer than they had originally been and pointier and then there were another four that were longer than the first and appeared to be sharper.

"Alajah! Stop hogging the bathroom," I jumped, scared Charlotte would break down the door to find me and say something, and in my haste I slashed my index finger. There was an excruciating pain, beyond anything I'd ever felt, it slowly traveled up my arm, hurting more and more until I swore I would pass out. Then it stopped, and all my senses returned there I sat on the bathroom floor, while Charlotte continued to threaten me through the door. Standing up, I popped my finger into my mouth realizing it was still bleeding, then opened the door and pushed past the loud Charlotte.

After dressing quickly, I ran out of the room I shared with three other girls and down the flight of stairs that led to the kitchen. Today was Victoria's day to cook. She made us eggs and bacon, simple but still appealing. Sitting down at the table, I noticed six people sitting and one empty seat. At the head of the table was Doreen Serpentine, the owner of Krystal Spring's Orphanage.

She had naturally silky black curls that reached all the way down her back, though she never wore her hair out, eyes so blue that they were often mistaken for black, long fluttering lashes, and stood at 4 foot 8 inches, shorter than most of the orphanage kids. She was widowed in her early twenties and after she never remarried; the orphanage was her husband's idea. She had no family as far as anyone at Krystal Spring's knew. Doreen had a heart as black as her eyes, and to most kids at the orphanage was known as 'The Leech'.

To the left and right of her sat Victoria and Charlotte, The Leech's two faithful assistants. Charlotte was a girl of 12, two years younger than me, with untamed fire red hair, dark brown eyes, and freckles that spotted her whole body. She was 5 foot 2 inches, not very pretty, and would die if she grew up to be half of The Leech. Victoria had just turned eight, had golden brown hair, and sparkling clear blue eyes. She was very mature for her age; she wasn't anywhere near as bad as Charlotte, and was more likely to warn you when trouble was coming than to snitch on you.

Next to Victoria were Billy and Victor. Billy was 16, had bleach blond hair, green eyes, slender, and stood at 5 foot 8 inches. Victor was 14 and had dark brown hair, serious gray eyes, and was my height. They were cousins, and as the story goes both of their parents were savagely murdered on a camping trip on Billy's 5th birthday. But they don't talk much. Actually the only person they really talk to is Trevor. Trevor was currently missing, and probably wouldn't come down until noon. He was, in my opinion, the hottest guy in all of Florida. He was 5'11, had honey eyes, a completely toned body, and, unfortunately for me, would be 18 in 2 months. Trevor was my dream guy. He could do anything. But of course a guy like him wouldn't take any interest in a 14 year old girl with no past and probably no future.

Next to Victor was Danielle. Danielle was only 18 months and of course didn't say or do much. On the left of me was an empty chair and to the right was Robert. Robert was different. No one knew anything about him. It was pretty much the same as the day he first got here. He didn't talk to anyone and whenever he did speak it was always in low short sentences. He was 6'2, turning 17 next week, had shoulder length black hair, and forest green eyes filled with mystery. He'd been at Krystal Spring's Orphanage since he was five and he still acted as if he would be leaving at any moment.

After looking over everyone at the table, I turned to my breakfast and felt my stomach flip into nausea. Taking the fork, I put some eggs on the fork and popped it into my mouth. Chewing slowly, I let the mushy cardboard roll over my tongue. Since when did eggs start to taste like that? Gross. After forcing myself to eat the whole plate of eggs and the bacon, I got up and walked into The Leech's office to await my impending doom, a day filing with The Leech. Yay!