Orphan

Prolouge

Orphan

Prolouge

Lines make shapes, which make forms, which makes pictures. I draw in the soft snow and watch as new snow covers my drawing as I hide in my little box. People pass my dark alley and glance at me with either disgust or sadness.

My worn out patched up blanket barely gives me any warmth as it gets colder. My feet are covered only by two pairs of socks. My body is only covered by a long thin dress which was far worse than rags. My twelve year old body is worn out from countless bruises, climate, and cuts.

My long forgotten name never returns and I don't even know the first letter of it or any letters. I no longer can read or write, those things are long forgotten just like my name. I haven't spoke in so long that I don't really know if my voice works.

The only thing I ever do is either sit here and hope that one day someone will help me or I steal food from the little stands. I'm starving now but I don't know how to fill myself when the food stands have stopped for winter and went inside stores.

I don't want to go in the stores. They scare me. The people are too loud and the stores are constantly crowded. Not only am I scared of stores, I'm scared of people. They like to stare at me like I'm one of those people in the big circus tents. I want to go to the circus. I want to see everything and be all happy. I want everything, but most of all I want a family. I want people to care and love me.

I look up suddenly as I noticed someone staring at me while I thought. It was a boy about my age. He had long blonde hair that just went past his ears and green sparkling eyes. His lips were moving but I couldn't tell what he was saying. Next to him stood a man and woman. The woman looked exactly like the boy except she had brown eyes. The man had black hair and green eyes. He had a family.

They continued starring at me while the boys lips moved with hushed words not reaching my ears. Suddenly, his mother walked forward until she was five feet from me.

I moved back in the thin box and pulled my blanket closer, I was scared. "Hello," The woman said as she sat down on her legs. She stayed silent for a moment. "Do you speak?" She finally asked.

I shrugged slightly showing that I'm not sure. "Can you understand me?" She asked. I nodded. "Do you want to get warm?" I nodded again. "Do you want to have a family and be loved.

It was as if she read my mind. I nodded a third time and she reached out to me with her hand. "If you want to, you can come home with us. We wont hurt you." I starred at her hand and slowly reached forward with my pale bony one. I placed my hand in hers and she smiled. I crawled out of the box slowly and stopped about a foot away.

Reaching up to grasp a small ledge on the brick building, I attempted and succeeded in standing. I took a small step and let go of the wall. The woman stood and brushed off her legs. She grabbed my hand and helped me walk forward. I clung to my blanket around my shoulders and actually smiled. I was getting a home.