Ummm, where do I start? Well, my name is Zoella Andrews and these reporter sides wanted me to record this crazy weird story from when I was like, 12 year old. Honestly, I don't mind the attention.Well, moving on to the story!
When I was a kid, I loved in an orphanage for most of my life. My parents had been in a horrible shooting at a concert on their anniversary. I was about two when it happened. I was staying at my grandmother's house while my parents where at the concert, but when they died, my grandma took me in. That didn't last long. After about a year with her, she had gotten ammonia and died. No one else wanted to take me in because neither families approved of my parents marriage. So, I was put into Creekdale Orphanage where I would stay about eight more years.
Whenever the other kids and I play a game or had chores to do, I would take the roll as leader. I really liked to boss people around, and still do. People saw me as second in charge, behind the head mistress of course.
I also really liked holidays. Especially my birthday, January 7th, and Christmas! I think I just really like presents. Man, we used to always get presents on Christmas and on birthdays. Creekdale Orphanage was a pretty wealthy place, so no one questioned where all the money came from to buy the gifts. I was out playing one day and just so happen happened to be wasting a fancy dress because we were going somewhere that was fancy or something. So while I was playing I overheard a little girl talk to her mom. "Mommy, why do the orphans get to wear pretty dresses? They don't deserve them! They are supposed to be poor!" Said the little girl. "I guess I'll just drop you off there then if your so jealous," replied the mom. And that sent the little girl into tears. From that day on, whenever she passed by, she never complained about us being rich.
Oh! I'm getting side tracked. So I got used to the way things worked around the orphanage pretty quickly. Every christmas, everyone would have gifts on the ends of their beds when they woke up. They then opened them up and showed their friends.
One year, someone from the orphanage got sick and died. It was really sudden and no one expected it. I think the girls name was Stephanie. Anyways, everyone one was really bummed about it for the rest of the year. Rumors had started that she was murdered by someone in Creekdale, because no one has seen the body or her. This for everyone, including me, scared and put everyone on edge. Everyone kind of prepared for any kind of attack from anyone. Well, all of this kind of passed after about a month. After it was over, everyone agreed that the rumor was stupid.
Little did I know that my life would change in only a few months. Something happens that I will never forget. It was all so traumatizing for little 12 year old me.
After a while, Christmas rolled around. Everyone was so excited for the gifts and delicious breakfast that would be served. On Christmas eve, no one could sleep. It was too exciting. But somehow, all of us managed to size off. The next morning when the first person woke up, as tradition, they came around and woke everyone up.
Once everyone was awake we all counted to three. When we reached three everyone started to tear open their presents. I, naturally, went to the biggest one. I tore at the wrapping paper until the gift was entirely exposed. It was a radio!
After showing everyone my gift, I proceeded to open the rest of my gifts. Sketchbook, magic set, clothing, nothing out of the ordinary. But then I saw a grey box, more on the smallish side, with a beautiful deep red bow. As I carefully took of the lid and peered inside, I screamed bloody murder!
Inside was a severed thumb.
