Cricket's PoV:
"Umm... Hi. My name's Cricket. I'm 14 years old. And I'm an orphan."
I said to myself as I updated my blog. I never really got much of a chance to update my blog, so I took every little chance I got.
"I am a artist in my free time. I work well with pets, and love any type of animal in general." I continued.
"CRICKET!!!" I heard the orphanage owner, Mrs. Hattie, scream down the hall. I quickly slammed my laptop shut and hid it under my bed before racing down the hall to reach her. "Yes Ms. Hattie?" I asked is a squeaky voice. "WHY ARE THERE STILL DISHES IN THE SINK!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. I looked past her and saw a few plates and a bowl sitting in the sink. 'But I took care of all of mine!' I shouted in my brain.
Then, in the corner of my eye, I saw Mia, Jesscia, and Anslesy, a.k.a the popular girls, snickering. They probably did this!!! Ms. Hattie turned towards Mia. "Why can't you be more like Mia, Cricket? She always does her chores, always behaves nicely, and is always on her best behavior! Now just take care of the dishes, and then you can leave." Ms. Hattie said, turning on heel and heading towards her office.
As soon as her office door shut, the girls strutted over to me. Today, Mia was wearing a flowing cocktail pink dress with black heels and a purse to match. Jessica wore a white shirt with a silver denim jacket, a silver and dark blue plaid mini skirt, dark blue heels, and no purse. Ansley wore a sweeping red floor gown with a pair of silver flats.
"Hey, Loser!" Mia shouted as I started up the water. I tried my best to ignore her, and instead focus on finding the dish soap. "Wow, nice rags . Where did yo get them, the lost and found hand me downs?" She questioned. I still ignored her, but my face began to heat up with anger. "Wow, nice hairstyle. I really like it. Who's your hairstylist, Chewbacca or Bigfoot?" He friends giggled behind her. My face was now full of rage. I set down the last dish to dry and spun to face her. "Oh you know. Just Chewbacca. But I must ask, who is your fashion stylist? Is it Lady Gaga or Miley Cyrus? I honestly like to see which one makes you look like the Demon you really are."
A look of pure hatred grew on Mia's face. Then, with a sickly sweet grin, she began fake crying. "Ms. Hattie!!!" She screamed. "Cricket's making fun of me!!!" Ms. Hattie pushed her way out of her office. When she saw Mia crying, she looked at me. What I saw in her eyes surprised me. Instead of the look of anger, there was a look of sadness. As if she expected better of me.
She rapped her arms around Mia, who's makeup was now running down her face. She looked at me and mouthed for me to go to my room. Not wanting to anger her, I left. When I got to my room, I switched on my laptop and flicked to YouTube. I quickly searched the one thing that always brightened my day. Team Crafted. I watched a few of their videos, before I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
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Soo... Yeah!!! That's the first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed!!!
Stay strong in Hope my friends...
~Cricket
