Mikah

CHAPTER ONE

I sat in the chair, staring into space, while the children charged around the room above me, yelling at the top of their voices.

It was quite sad, seemingly as though the childrenthought that they practically owned the place. They were far from doing so... Olsen is the one who owns the cottage, and he must be at least sixty-years-old by now. Morley's is what I call it, as well as the other like the children like me who have been here most of our lives like to call the place.

I'm not even sure why Olsen started up Morley's, but all I know is the fact I was rather young when I began living here.

Us who have been here most of our lives named it after 'the man who raised us,' also known as; Olsen Morley... the man I mentioned before and also the man who started up Morley's Orphanage.

He's like the fatherly figure most of us had never had elsewhere, for most of our parents 'left us' when we were too young to remember.

I'm one of few people that can call myself one ofthe few original orphans... or the first ones that gave Olsen some real business.

But enough about that, more about the creaking sounds of the floorboards upstairs and all the children yelling their hearts out.

I stood up from sitting in the chair next to the window, and walked on over to the creaky wood staircase.

Bouncing up and down the stairs, my eyes gazed upon the hallways.

It was an absolute wreck, like it usually is during the time of dawn, even though I'm up way earlier than most of the children here.

Little girls with messy curly hair bobbing up and down and fuzzy little pajamas raced from their bedroom to the bathroom, and I laughed once I saw their faces.

There's two bathrooms upstairs, one for the boys, and one for the girls. But that's never enough, unless you wake up early, which no one does except me due to it being so early.

Their faces were turned to shock once they saw the long line to the bathroom.

A familiar face walked out of the bathroom, and our eyes interlocked for a moment before she beamed wryly at me.

She had short blonde hair down to the end of her ear... it was a bobbed styled haircut that suited her well, and even matched her eyes perfectly.

A little girl who held a teddy bear in her arms behind the girl I just described let out an,

"Awe," As she saw the older girl and me smile at one another.

I shook out of my daze, and continued forward, as I knocked on the wooden doors that I knew was my room among some other boys.

"It's me... open up please..." I pleaded.

No one answered, and so I twisted the knob hoping it would open.

It wouldn't budge, as if the door was locked or something.

"Boys..." I said, beginning to feel a bit angered. "Open up right now..."

No one unlocked the door, and I began to feel more and more frustrated by the second.

"This isn't funny... do you boys want me to go to the market and let Olsen know that you all are misbehaving?"

A couple seconds later, I heard a key go into the door, and in a couple seconds the door was opened by an unknown kid.

Walking in the room, I shut the door behind me and sighed, looking at the three other boys I shared the room with.

Two of them were caressing a boy in one of the bottom bunk beds, he looked extremely red, and I began to question them all.

"Who locked the door... you all know that's a fire hazard don't—"