Isabelle or not - The story of a teenage orphan

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After a few years I turned 9. The took me into a little room and asked me if I wanted to know my story. I nodded my head thinking they would tell me a little bed time story or something. But they told me that my parents were dead and I had two twin little sisters named Ina and Luna that were 6. I was horrified. They said the bangs were gunshots and me and my sisters were the only survivors of the whole attack. They let me meet my sisters and then we moved to another place. I heard the driver say 'We are at Lamp head oh!' I thought it was a strange name but said nothing and watched my 6 year old sisters sleep peacefully. It was the same as the other places - colourful walls, sad faced children, those events every now and then- it was pretty much the same thing except we had rooms with 5 beds. In my room was: Me, My 2 sisters , a girl named Ashley and another girl named Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Ashley were sisters and they had been here since their parents put them up for adoption when they were first born. We quickly bonded and became fast friends. And we are still here now , after 3 years. We've been here 3 years and I've finally started to understand life. My parents are dead. My sisters had no injuries so they could do an identity check on them. I had a bad cut right over my thumb , which is now a permanent scar, so they couldn't check my identity. I might be Isabelle but right now my name is Not. That's me. I'm Not.